Chapter Fifteen

Dylan

"Roman, put your pants on. I'm coming in." It's the only warning I give them before I barge into Vada's room.

"You know you are actually supposed to give people time to react before opening the door?" Roman says with a huff as he rolls off Vada and on to the other side of the bed. He's still fully clothed, thank god, but it wouldn't be the first time I've seen his ass.

They should learn to lock the door if they don't want me to interrupt.

"You got home like five minutes ago; I knew you guys wouldn't have gotten to the naked part yet." I dramatically flop across the end of the bed and stare up at the ceiling, replaying what the hell just happened this afternoon.

Brad took me back to his place and showed me just how good sex is now that it doesn't feel like I'm being split in two every time he slides his cock into me. He dropped me home with a kiss that almost had me begging for him to come inside with me, but I know he needs to get back to work.

"Is there a reason you interrupted us?" Roman says in mock annoyance. "And why the hell are you wearing a wedding dress?"

Shit.

I forgot I was still wearing the dress. Probably should have changed before I came in here.

"Brad and I are getting married." Might as well rip the Band-Aid off.

Vada shoots up from her reclining position and leans over me so I can see her.

"You are what?" she says in her cute, high-pitched voice.

"Getting married, six weeks from now apparently." I let out a long sigh and close my eyes, not wanting to see the confusion in my best friend's eyes.

"I don't understand," Vada says, before moving back to the top of the bed.

"Me neither." It's true. I don't fully understand what the hell happened.

"How do you not understand?" Roman chimes in.

"I don't know what happened. One minute I'm sitting there wearing a wedding dress and eating a wedding cake, and the next thing I know, I'm agreeing to marry Brad in six weeks." My voice cracks slightly as the reality of the afternoon hits me.

"I'm going to get a beer, and then you are going to start from the beginning and tell us everything," Roman says, getting up from the bed. "What do you guys want to drink?" It's Wednesday, which means Roman is staying here tonight. Vada made sure I got a copy of the sleepover schedule. Not that I care—Roman is my friend as well, so I love spending time with them both.

"Just water please," Vada says at the same time as I say, "May as well bring the bottle of Jack with you." I don't need to look at Vada to know she's staring at me with concern.

When Roman returns, he hands me the bottle of Jack, and I sit up to take a swig before I swing my legs around to sit cross-legged on the bed. A task that isn't easy in a wedding dress.

"Start from the beginning," Vada says, eyeing the bottle I have in a death grip.

After another swig, I do just that, and make sure to tell them everything that happened up until we left Happy's.

They don't need to know about the sex afterwards.

"Holy crapballs! Why didn't you say no?" Vada asks, as if it's the most logical thing in the universe. It probably is, but I'm too stubborn to back down, and I could see the challenge Brad was putting out there.

He wanted me to say no.

Telling them has caused my freakout to hit almost level ten. I thought talking it through would help.

Boy, was I wrong.

I take another sip and let the Jack burn as I swallow. It's starting to go to my head, and I feel like I'm floating on a cloud.

"He wanted me to say no. So naturally I said yes. There's no way he'll actually go through with it, right?" I dart my eyes between them, waiting for one of them to agree with me.

"I don't know Brad very well, but judging by what you just told us, I don't think he'll back down."

I love Vada, I really do, but sometimes I wish she could tell me what I want to hear instead of being honest all the time.

Dropping my head into my hands, I try to do some of the breathing exercises Vada taught me while fighting the urge to break down. "What am I going to do?" I mumble.

"You could try to do that thing Kate Hudson does in How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days ," Roman says.

I jerk my head up and give him a curious look. "How do you even know about that movie? That isn't one guys admit to watching."

Vada laughs at my reaction. "We watched it last week," she explains, making me chuckle.

Picturing Roman suffering through that movie, combined with the alcohol coursing through my system, has me in fits of laughter now.

"I'm serious. Show up on his doorstep with a bag to tell him you are moving in. Buy a plant, name his penis..." Roman continues, ignoring my laughter.

"I want him to call off the wedding, not reconsider his relationship with me," I respond, trying to catch my breath.

"He won't break up with you, but I'm positive he will reconsider marrying you right now."

"Roman, that's a terrible idea," Vada says. She's always the voice of reason.

"It is a terrible idea, but Roman is right. It might work." I think it over and try to figure out if I could actually do this.

"What's going on in here?" Logan asks as he enters Vada's bedroom. "Did you get married and not invite me?" he adds when he sees what I'm wearing.

"Not yet," I mumble into the bottle of Jack before sipping it again.

"Yet?" Logan asks suspiciously as he removes the bottle from my hand and takes his own sip. "Sure, just help yourself," I say sarcastically.

"It's my Jack." He chuckles.

Whoops. Serves him right for having alcohol lying around the apartment. My head spins as I try to stand, and Logan steadies me to stop me from toppling over. I've drunk more than I should and Brad's going to be pissed. Lucky for me, it's my night off.

"That dress is hideous." Logan steps back and spins me around so he can see it in its entirety.

"It was twenty bucks, and it's the reason I'm in this mess." My words are a little more drawn out than usual. Definitely buzzed now.

"You are in this mess because you are too stubborn to say no," Vada responds as she moves out of her room, clearly uncomfortable now that we are all invading her space.

We all follow her out to the kitchen, where she starts pulling out the ingredients to make toasted sandwiches.

I plonk my ass on one of the bar stools at the counter and Roman puts a glass of water in front of me before helping Vada make food.

"What mess are you in?" Logan takes a quick photo of me and pockets his phone before sitting on the stool beside me.

When it's obvious I'm not going to answer, Vada does it for me. "Her and Brad are getting married in six weeks. How she thinks she is going to plan a wedding in such a short time is beyond me," she huffs while buttering the bread.

"We aren't getting married," I protest. We can't. There is no way he'll actually go through with this.

"You won't be if you pull an Andie and try to get him to call it off," Roman adds.

I shoot daggers at both of them before dropping my head on the counter and letting out a groan.

"I freaking love Kate Hudson in that movie," Logan gushes. Of course he does. I'm not even surprised he's seen it.

"It won't work," Vada deadpans.

"It will work. He will be moving her back in here within two weeks. I love you, Dylan, but we all know you aren't the easiest person to live with," Roman says, before I hear a thwack. Without looking up, I know Vada has slapped him.

"You aren't that bad to live with," Logan says, trying to make me feel better, "but I agree with Vada. It won't work."

"Why won't it work?" I huff out. Admittedly, Roman's idea is a little crazy, but he's my favourite at the moment—he has my back.

"Because Brad seems to like Dylan and her unconventional ways. You showing up at his place being an overly supportive and eager fiancée is only going to make him want to marry you more." Logan pats me on the back as I hit my head on the counter a few times. "He'll probably match your crazy, and the next thing you know, you'll both be saying I do." Logan puts his hand under my forehead to stop me from banging my head again.

"I doubt that. Have you met Brad? He isn't that guy," I mumble and sit back up as Vada slides a cheese toastie my way.

"Eat please," she says, before turning back to the stove.

"I may not know him very well, but I know Chad, and if Brad is anything like him, there is no way he's calling this thing off." Logan takes a sip of his beer and I side-eye him while taking a bite of my toastie. The gooey cheese melts on my tongue, and I let out a moan.

"I can't move out; I'll miss Vada's toasties too much," I say around my mouthful. Vada glares at me. I know it's one of her icks when someone talks with food in their mouth, so I swallow before speaking again. "It's also crazy."

"It is crazy, but I think if you do it right, it'll be crazy enough to work," Roman replies. He gets brownie points tonight for being my hype man.

My phone buzzes, so I remove it from my bra and groan again. It's a message from Brad.

Brad

How is your night going future wifey?

Logan looks at my phone and chuckles. "You are definitely screwed. Not only is he calling you ‘future wifey,' but he's also texting you."

Logan is right. Brad rarely texts.

Even though my head is a mess and I have no idea what I'm going to do, one thing I do know is that I'm falling for Brad more and more every day.