Jason POV:
Okay let me explain calmly what actually happened.
Waking up felt like someone had parked a truck on my skull and then backed it up for good measure. My throat was drier than the Sahara Desert, and I was 90% sure a family of woodpeckers was drilling inside my brain.
What the hell happened last night?
I cracked one eye open. Bad idea. The light stabbed my retinas like a thousand tiny knives.
"Ugh," I groaned, trying to roll over.
And then I froze.
Because the scent of my cologne was in the air.
And I wasn't in my guest room.
I was in Ella's bed.
I shot up so fast I almost blacked out. My heart slammed against my ribs as the horrifying realization hit me like a truck—I spent the night in Ella's room.
Holy. Freaking. Hell.
I turned my head slowly, bracing for the worst.
And there she was.
Ella Kingsley. My terrifying, vengeful wife.
Standing by the door, arms crossed, smirking like a cat that just caught a canary.
"Good morning, husband," she purred.
