Three hours had passed before I managed to take a shower, change my clothes and head back to my real apartment. I thought I’d never make it with how my knees were trembling. I was so tired from having sex with Daxter but it was the kind of exhaustion that made me feel good. It made me feel complete.

For today, I had to get all my important stuff packed and ready to go. Daxter had already called a moving company to swing by and get all my things. However, seeing as his condo already had a lot of good furniture and appliances, I didn’t really need to bring mine. It took me less than two hours to get all my clothes, books and important belongings in boxes. Everything else was going to be donated down the street.

It was almost a little past noon when the movers came by. It was just three guys, all of them big and built like Daxter but they were all a little older. One of them had a lumberjack beard just crawling all over his face and for a brief second, I fantasized what it would be like for them to just take me like a little slut in their arms.

“Wake up,” I reminded myself. I was getting married for fuck’s sake. I just had sex for the first time and here I was dreaming of strangers plowing their way between my legs. At least now I was beginning to understand why Daxter fooled around with girls so much – it felt so damn good!

“Ma’am,” said the other mover, one who had bright orange hair and a pretty smile. “I just need you to sign these papers.”

I took the clipboard he was holding and then double-checked all of the information. Once I was sure the address, names and items were all correct, I signed and waved them good-bye. I then turned to my phone and sent Daxter a message, letting him know the movers would be arriving at his place soon now that they were done here.

Once he gave me the thumbs up, I dialed Hannah’s number. She quickly picked up the call.

“Hey,” I greeted her. “You free today? I need help.”

“Noelle? Uh, sure,” she sounded a little groggy. Did she just wake up? “What do you need?”

I couldn’t help but smile when I said, “I’m going to quit the club and then I need help picking out a wedding dress.”

“Holy shit, how the fuck did that happen?” Hannah suddenly woke up and she began rattling on in shock. She kept on complaining about how I didn’t tell her what the heck was going on and that all of a sudden I was getting married. She kept on ranting about how just the other day we were talking about me catching up with Daxter and now a wedding was in the works.

“Let me explain,” I told her. “Let’s meet up at Mercury Wild and I’ll tell you the whole story over drinks.”

“Wait, before we do a damn thing,” she cut in. “I want to know when you’re getting married and if I’m the Maid of Honor.”

“It’s a civil wedding but sure,” I answered. “It’s by the end of the month, actually. We got to talk to the mayor last night and we didn’t want to waste any time which is why I need help picking a dress. We want to get this thing done before the end of the month.”

Hannah laughed on the other end, “Wow, you’re really pushing for this. Aren’t you in a sudden rush, huh? Well, okay, I’ll be at Mercury Wild in about twenty minutes. I just have to take a shower real quick.”

Twenty minutes turned into an hour. Fortunately for me, Mercury Wild wasn’t a boring place to be alone and waiting. A lot of guys passed me by and tried to flirt around but I didn’t pay any of them attention. I had the man I wanted. I may not really love Daxter but he fulfilled my sexual needs and he saved me from a financial crisis too. Now we just had to seal the deal and make the story legitimate to convince his parents.

By the time Hannah finally arrived, I was on my second glass of a really strong mojito mix. She was in a short pair of denim shorts – so short I could practically see her ass cheeks – and a hanging white top.

“Hey you,” I greeted. “You ought to try this. It’s really good.”

She patted me on the leg, took my drink and sipped. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “Whew, this is kind of strong. Jesus, I could get knocked out with a few of these bad boys. Speaking of bad boys… you’re marrying Daxter? What the heck happened? Did he propose after giving the best one night stand in the whole fucking world?”

I laughed and bit my lip knowing that in some twisted way she did get the story right. “Okay, remember how I went on a random date with Daxter after I learned his brother died?”

She nodded, “Yeah and I told you he was using his grief to get into your pants.”

“Well, it turns out life is so complicated but so simple at the same time,” I tried to segue into the nitty-gritty details. “He wants to prove to his parents he deserves inheriting their wealth and the first step to do that was to show he could handle a serious relationship. So he proposed I marry him, regardless of how we feel towards each other. If it convinces his parents then I get unlimited access to his riches and if it fails and we divorce he still gives me a million dollars.”

Hannah’s jaw had dropped to the floor in disbelief. “No fucking way.”

“Yep,” I said as I grabbed my drink back and finished it with a single take. “It’s a fake marriage just for show. I mean, it’s real legally but ugh, you know what I mean, right?”

She nodded and said, “So you’re just getting married for the mutual benefits. You get rich and he gets richer. Okay, that’s all fine and dandy but that still doesn’t address the biggest and the most important question I have.”

“Which is?”

“Did you guys fuck yet?” Hannah asked with a big grin on her face.

I giggled and bit my lip as I nodded.

“Oh you dirty little slut,” she teased me and pinched my arm. “I knew it. You wouldn’t keep going with such a crazy plan like this if you didn’t have sex yet. You finally lost your virginity. How was it? You owe me so many freaking details it’s not even funny.”

“Okay, I will,” I relented. “But on the condition you help me pick a damn wedding dress. I don’t know where to start. Oh, and we need to tell the boss at the club that I’m fucking done with dancing with my clothes off.”