Chapter 6
Candy
While I didn't want to admit it and I couldn't believe I was here, I had to say that I had rather good taste. Colt was exactly what I would want in a husband. He was gorgeous, and he had this smirk on his face that said he was up to no good. Whether I wanted to be mad at him or not, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at him. I felt like I had known him my whole life and I wondered if it was because of who he was at the moment.
“Why would you want to get this over with? Don't you want to spend time with your husband?”
I sighed out loud and thanked him when he took my bags. It had been a long flight and since it was one that I didn't know I was taking, I had packed too much because I was just throwing things in the bag. I was starting to doubt if I even had a full outfit with me. My mind just went somewhere else when I was in front of Colt. I had to think that it was going to happen a lot more while I was here.
He was tall and that was one of the first things that I noticed about him. I liked the fact that even though I was six inches taller than average, he was still standing over me by quite a bit. I had to look up to see his dark green eyes sparkling back at me. There was a certain amount of mischief in his gaze and I wondered what that meant for this weekend and how it was all going to play out.
“Come on, let's just go. I just want to get this over with and get back to my life. I don't know what you think you're going to get out of this, but I can almost guarantee you that it's not what you think.”
“Oh, come now Candy, I just missed you and it's good to see you. I don't have any plans or anything up my sleeve. But I do take divorce seriously, and I want to make sure that we both want this before we signed the paperwork. That isn't so much to ask, is it?”
In truth, I thought that it was too much to ask. The very fact that I was stuck here in Las Vegas, instead of at home where I should be, was enough of a reason for me to think that. He was holding me hostage because of what I wanted. I wasn't going to forget that anytime soon.
He took the last bag out of my hands and we started to walk towards the exit. I’d thought earlier that he was going to lean in kiss, maybe even give me a hug, but then he had stopped. I don't know why he did, but I had a feeling that I was a little upset about it. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t want him to kiss me. I wasn’t supposed to think of him that way, but I was a little saddened that he didn’t, right or wrong.
We got outside and stopped in front of a very nice car. I could see that there was somebody in the driver seat and I asked him who it was.
“That's my driver.”
“Oh.”
I can't say that I knew that many people that had a driver. It certainly wasn't a thing in California and I wondered if it was here in Las Vegas. Was the man just trying to impress me or did he seriously have a driver all the time?
I didn't know what to say, but he asked me if there was anywhere that I wanted to stop on the way.
“You know, get a bite to eat or something? The food on those planes are horrible for lack of a better word. I try to never eat when I fly domestic.”
“It was fine. The flight wasn’t that long. We can get started on your grand plan now. You know, the one that is going to get me out of here faster.”
He told me that he understood, but the way he looked, made me almost feel bad about it. It was clear that he was trying to be nice and I was the one being a jerk. I don’t know what he thought he was going to gain from this little set-up, but I knew without a doubt that I wasn’t going to be able to be cold to him like I said I would be. I felt bad about it already and I smiled at him, trying to soften my words.
“I’m not really hungry Colt, but I will be the first to admit that I need a drink. I have a feeling that you do as well. Why don’t we start there?”
My answer had him smiling in about the same way as he was before, and I didn’t know if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. It was hard to imagine that he had me here for something bad. He didn’t seem that type, but it wouldn’t be the first time I had been so wrong about someone. I had certainly been wrong about it in the past. I wanted to think that Colt was different. I didn’t want to see him as one of the bad guys. I didn’t want to think that I had married one of the bad guys, even if it was a Las Vegas fluke.
We got in the backseat of the car and I was already very aware of how close we were. If I wouldn’t have cared to be rude, I would have asked to sit in the front with the driver. I didn’t like that our knees were touching, and I could feel his heat, emanating off of him and warming me up all the way to my hips. This was not the meeting that I had seen coming. It was so different than anything that I could have imagined before arriving here. I was truly out of my element here at the moment and I was trying to get a grip on myself, which didn’t seem to be that easy to do.
“You look like you are very uncomfortable, Candy. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
While I was trying to be nice, at the end of the day, there was only one thing that was going to make me feel better. It was the one reason that I was here and if he would just sign the papers, I would feel a lot better.
“I am just trying to do what I came here to do, Colt. It is nothing against you, but you have to understand that I really don't remember you.”
I think he was bothered by that, more than the fact that I was rude to him. It was rather clear to me that he felt something for me. At the same time, I felt like I was supposed to feel something for him as well. It didn't matter that I didn't remember him, there was something about Colt that seemed familiar.
Could I have really bonded with somebody that much, in less than a night? Whatever bond we had that night, it wasn't enough for me to not leave the next morning. I don't remember the night, but I remember waking up next to him and that I didn't know who he was, and I freaked out. I had woken up took off and never looked back. I never thought I would have to look back and I can’t say that I liked it all that much.
“No, I am alright. This is just rather strange for me.”
“I find it hard to believe that you didn't remember me. I don't remember most women after the initial night, but you were different.”
“How was I different?”
He shook his head like he really didn't know, and I felt like it was genuine. Maybe he was as confused as I was, though it looked like he was not confused. It looked like he knew exactly what he wanted, and his looks were making me blush.
“I don’t know what kind of answer you want me to say. I don’t remember that time of my life. It’s nothing against you. I just had a moment. I was at a bachelorette party and I was feeling strange because I had just broken up with my boyfriend. My best friend was getting married. You can understand that I wasn’t in the right state of mind, right?”
“I knew that Candy. I figured that eventually you would come to me. I just didn’t know it would take so long. You’ve been gone a long time.”
There was no talking to him. What did he think was going to happen? Surely, he didn’t really believe that we were married for real. It was just a crazy night, but he was acting like it was something more.
I didn't wake up with a ring and I don't remember signing the marriage papers. If I had, I would have taken care of this a long time ago. I know that you think there was some sort of bond with the girl that you met that night, maybe a really good bond, but it wasn't really me. I really am not that sort of person and I know it's hard to believe, considering how we met, but that girl doesn't exist.
“Oh, I think she does. I just think that you forgot a little bit, but I am here to remind you.”