“No. My father said he hoped that we would make more of it eventually, not that it was a requirement.”

“I promise you, the same is not true of my family’s expectations.”

“Yeah? Well, what would you have me do then, fake some fertility issue so we have to do IVF in order to have these imaginary children down the road?”

He just gave me an odd look before asking, “Why the hell would we need to do that? Do you have a fertility issue I should know about?”

“No, but it’s kind of hard to produce heirs when we aren’t fucking,” I insisted. That was when Tucker started laughing. I did not, because I saw nothing at all funny about the situation.

“When it’s time, that’s exactly what we’ll have to do.” He managed to get that much out before leaving me there with my mouth gaping in shock. I could not have possibly heard him correctly. There was no way, NO WAY, I was going to sleep with him. I couldn’t. Hell, I wouldn’t. There was no guarantee it would even be safe for me to do so considering his proclivity for bedding fast and loose women. No offense to those women and getting their fun on, but let’s be real, the more promiscuous a person, the greater the chances of passing along nasty little diseases that no one wanted.

It was four days later when I finally turned my phone back on and started really paying attention to all the messages that had been left. The press had pointed out that when Tucker and I returned from Vegas, we were both wearing rings on our very important fingers. I assumed that was why the messages and voicemails had flooded in.

As I started scanning through the myriad of texts left for me, I finally got to the one text that I couldn’t ignore. Both families were summoning Tucker and me to a dinner the following night that we were required to attend. It would be the fifth day since we arrived home from Vegas, and four days since I’d even laid eyes on my husband. Apparently, he was hold up elsewhere in the world. My best guess was that he was staying with Wes, who could go out and pick up women for him so that he could quietly entertain them with no one being the wiser. I was the forgotten wife, left to my own devices in his apartment, where I never felt comfortable. At least, that’s what I’d been telling myself for the past few days.

I still hadn’t been home yet, which meant that I only had a few options for clothing. I managed to procure a couple of outfits via an online shopping stint. It did not however prepare me for a dinner with the families, to announce our marriage. It was then that I broke down and called my sister so that she could do some shopping for me.