Vary's POV

My stomach curls up in a panic and I look around the massive room looking for clues why I'm here and why am naked, but I see none and I see no trace of my clothes in sight.

Daring myself to do the last thing left on my mind, I slowly lift the bedsheets and realise my panties are also gone.

My head is hurting as the fear of the unknown settles in.

Fear, pain and grief grip me to the core and I clench on the bedsheets and sob into it. How could I have gone so out of control last night? How could I have let things get out of hands last night? And how could I have given myself easily to someone who wouldn't give me a second glance?!

How could I have thrown away the rules I've lived by all my life in one night?!

How could I have given up my virtue to someone who wasn't my soulmate? Someone who wouldn't even consider it valuable?

'What's wrong?" comes Keenan's deep and confus

My heart skips a beat as I watch him show me the certificate and I walk over to him to look at the paper certificate in his hand which holds my name and my signature as well as Keenan name and his signature on it. My ears are still ringing from the married he said a few minutes and my eyes are now painful from staring at the paper too long, hoping that it would finally become blank.

How on earth did we get married? There was nothing that happened yesterday that even pointed to married so this makes no sense.

My mind is rising with different thoughts, from how this is going to affect my work and career and most importantly my relationship. Nothing from now is the same, no one is going to believe this just happened without us wanting it to. How can so much happen in so little space gap?

I look up at him, not knowing what to do next and needing to hear from him. 'What do we do?"

The loo

The room goes quiet, and she walks back towards the door when she sees Keenan walks out of the opened door with a bottle of wine in his right hand.

His hair is looking shabby, and his eyes are red and dull and his steps wobbly and staggering. He's drunk and, from what she sees, he's probably been crying. Her heart squeezes in her chest as she imagines the torture he must go through.

His eyes go dim when they see the blurry image lurking around and his lips pause as he curiously stares at her.

'Taylor?" he slur, staggering towards her and missing a step and almost falling.

'No, it's Vary." she replies, still moving back and her heartbeat increasing with every passing second, 'Why haven't you gone home?"

Once he hears her name, he pauses and steps backwards, 'Oh Varishaa.... Hey..." he hiccups and he pouts his mouth and blinks quickly. He walks back to the chair in front of the desk, 

Vary's POV

My stomach curls up in a panic and I look around the massive room looking for clues why I'm here and why am naked, but I see none and I see no trace of my clothes in sight.

Daring myself to do the last thing left on my mind, I slowly lift the bedsheets and realise my panties are also gone.

My head is hurting as the fear of the unknown settles in.

Fear, pain and grief grip me to the core and I clench on the bedsheets and sob into it. How could I have gone so out of control last night? How could I have let things get out of hands last night? And how could I have given myself easily to someone who wouldn't give me a second glance?!

How could I have thrown away the rules I've lived by all my life in one night?!

How could I have given up my virtue to someone who wasn't my soulmate? Someone who wouldn't even consider it valuable?

'What's wrong?" comes Keenan's deep and confused voice from beside me and I realise I wasn't even alone in the room, to begin with. All I want to 

Chapter 8