You suck as a lawyer. I don’t even know how you passed the bar. Just in case you didn’t know, you can’t fire me just because I have a part-time job working bachelor parties. …
The last thing I expected when I ran out on my wedding was to wake up in Vegas married to Mason Reyes, the cocky, gorgeous, and much younger NFL quarterback for the Boston Rebels.
Who forgets marrying a football player? Me, apparently. Turns out countless shots and a bad breakup lead to questionable decision making. But waking up in Vegas with a ring on my finger beside a hot, …
