AN: Story Removed Until it can be revised/rewritten. Sorry to those who were enjoying the story I just felt that it was time to take it down and fix the problem areas. Thanks for being a loyal reader. If you enjoyed this story check out my other stories. Thanks! - LB

Chapter 1

Kasey James opened her eyes slowly adjusting to the bright lights that seemed to be coming from the morning sun. Her head pulsed and she knew she must have had a little more than too much to drink the night before. As she rubbed the blur from her eyes she looked around the lavishly decorated room. Kasey sat up in the large king sized bed suddenly aware that she was not sleeping in her hotel room. "Oh my god," she breathed. "What have I done?"

"Morning," a muffled voice spoke beside her.

Kasey screamed as she shuffled to the edge of the bed. Her scream seemed to rouse her bedmate awake and she watched as a dark haired man appeared above the comforter. "Who the hell are you?" she yelled at the man.

The man winced. "Babe, could you be a little quieter?"

"Babe? I'm not your 'babe'. I don't even know who you are!" Kasey stepped out of the bed pulling the sheet with her carefully wrapping it around her body. She moaned. "Did we...did we sleep together?"

"Better believe it," the man told her and she moaned louder collapsing into an oversized chair. "Best night of your life."

Kasey made a face. "That is disgusting."

"Hey, they were your words, not mine," he said.

Kasey stood wrapping the sheet tighter around her as she paced back and forth. "I wouldn't have slept with you—whoever you are," she pointed a finger at the man. "You must have drugged me."

The man laughed, "You really can't remember last night, Kasey?"

Kasey paused turning to face the man—however, handsome and downright sexy she may have thought him. "What happened last night? And no lies. I know I never would have slept with a stranger or slept with anyone period!"

"I know, you were saving yourself for marriage. And you did, Mrs. Graham."

Kasey's eyes widened. "No, I wouldn't...I didn't—I don't even know your freaking name!"

"You don't remember meeting me?" he asked standing up.

Kasey gasped then used her hand to cover her eyes. "Oh my god."

"What, it's not like you haven't seen it before?"

"Just please cover up, put some pants on, do something," Kasey told him all while she looked away. She heard rustling and decided it was safe to peak. She turned her head and began to drop her hand when sparkles from her hand blinded her. She glanced down at the huge diamond ring that sat on her ring finger and gasped. "Oh shit."

"That's not what you said last night when I put it on your finger," the man told her and she glanced up to see him clad in only a dark pair of boxer shorts, his glorious chest still bare for her eyes to feast on. "You had the same reaction last night," he smirked knowing she was ogling his fine form.

Kasey scowled. "You're disgusting," she said pulling off the ring she had guessed was worth more than her new Toyota Camry hybrid.

"Hey, don't take off the ring," the man told her. "You said you loved it last night."

"I don't even remember last night! So start talking or I'm calling the cops."

"And telling them what? You got drunk and slept with your husband?"

Kasey was flummoxed and huffed in anger. "Whatever, just please tell me how I ended up here...with you!"

"You're sexy when you get upset, you know that?" he told her. Kasey gave an aggravated scream before the man laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll tell you, but maybe we could do this over breakfast? I'm starving." He walked around the bed and Kasey jumped away from him as he passed. She caught the smirk on his face before he pointed to the door. "There are some clothes out in the living room if you need something to wear. Personally, I prefer the sheet."

Kasey was out the door before he could tell her anything else that caused her cheeks to flame red. She shut the bedroom door behind her and took a look around the massive suite. A clothes rack sat next to two couches and Kasey groaned. "God, how many women does he fake marry that he has to have a rack full of clothes for all of them?" Hatboxes and shopping bags littered the floor and several different shoes sat next to the clothes rack. She flipped through the clothes hoping she could find something that fit and was surprised to find they were all her size. "Oh, jeez," she moaned, "he has a type too. Average size woman with size eight feet with great taste in clothing."

Reluctantly she began looking through the clothes and gasped. "This is the dress I wanted at Bloomingdales! Okay, this is officially getting creepy," she said as she pulled the dress of its hanger. She peaked in a Victoria Secret bag sitting on the couch and made a grab for the two things she needed to go under the dress as well as a few makeup items she knew she would need. She glanced around spotting another door and looked inside, sighing in relief as she found another bedroom and bathroom attached.

"How could I be so stupid," she moaned as she turned on the shower faucet. "Married?" She shook her head. No, there was no way she could be married whomever that man was—Mr. Graham. God, did she really only know his last name?

As Kasey let the water wash through the shampoo in her hair, she wracked her brain for answers. Images from last night were blurry, unfocused, and try as hard as she might, she couldn't for the life of her remember who this man was or how she became acquainted with him. When her hair was washed she made motion to lather her skin with the soap she had found lying on the counter in the bathroom. Where had her friends gone? Did they know she had left with this man? That she had slept with him? The thought caused a pain in her stomach. She had slept with him; the pain between her legs had told her that much. She sunk to the bottom of the tub and clung to her legs as she rocked back and forth underneath the warm spray of water. Kasey let the tears come and as the water splashed down on her she sobbed. She had given away the one thing she could never get back to a man she vaguely recognized in a hotel room she didn't even remember entering. How could she have been so stupid? She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her last memory. She had remembered eating brunch with her girlfriends in one of the hotel restaurants and then walking around the shops in the hotel before cocktails at a bar on the strip. They had dinner and drinks at the hotel before her friends had said they wanted to go onto the floor and "lose a little money." The events after her third drink became a little fuzzier. Kasey wasn't a heavy drinker, but Wendy had ordered her a mixed drink that was to die for and Kasey was certain the drinks had kept coming.

"There's barely any alcohol in it; that's why you like it so much," Wendy had told her. Maybe her assumption had been wrong. Or maybe Kasey wasn't as tolerant as she had of a man talking to her at the bar ripped through Kasey's memory, a man she had apparently slept with…maybe even married. God, how stupid could she have been?

Daniel Graham walked out of the bedroom he had shared with his wife the night before—his wife!—carrying the ring she had set down. He glanced at the clothes and smiled. So she went with Bloomingdales, he mused. It had been one of many outfits she had shown him last night and one of many that he had purchased for her. He walked to the second bedroom in the suite and stood at the bathroom door about to knock. The water was still running, but that wasn't what stopped him. No, it had been her gut wrenching sobs that had cut him deeper than he had meant. He had felt guilty the night before as he walked her drunken body down the aisle of a small wedding chapel on the Vegas strip, but that guilt was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. He stood at the door and listened unable to leave, until the water finally turned off.

Quickly he left the room. Maybe she was afraid they weren't married. He went to his suit jacket and pulled out the marriage license they had both signed. Maybe it would ease her conscience. "You idiot," he berated himself as he paced in the living room. How could he have been so selfish? Because he didn't have a choice. Because he needed her and he needed this marriage.

He had thought it was his good fortune that he had found her when he had and even more good luck when she had mentioned her moral values. That was when he knew what he had to do. He couldn't have asked for a better bride—one who didn't believe in divorce. Only now, as he paced back and forth, he was almost certain that he'd be going to hell for the stunt he pulled and the anguish he put his new bride through.

The door to the bedroom opened and he watched as Kasey exited wearing the dark blue corded lace dress that had him salivating last night when she tried it on.

"Where is my phone?" It was the first thing Kasey asked. She had a cell phone and a purse somewhere, she knew she had them last night.

Daniel shook his head to escape the images of last night that were replaying in his head. "Um, oh, right here," he pulled her purse from behind the couch and held it out for her. Kasey grabbed the bag and pulled out her cell phone. Nearly dead, figures. She pulled up her friends number and dialed. She looked at the man she just barely recognized then turned slightly to hide her reddened cheeks. On the third ring her friend finally picked up. "Hello?" Wendy Chase asked groggily. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Wendy, it's me, Kasey."

"Kasey? Why are you up so early? And why are you calling me?"

"Wendy, what happened yesterday?"

"What do you mean, 'what happened'? We went out for drinks, you got drunk and met a guy while the rest of us lost some money. What's the big deal? So you finally let loose and had some fun. I think you deserve a little fun after the stunt Jared pulled."

"Did you ever think something terrible could have happened to me?" "Relax, we were with you the whole night..." There was a pause before Wendy gasped. "Oh my god! You—we—oh my god! Kasey, don't freak out, but I think you may have gotten married last night."

"You think?!" Kasey nearly screamed. "You think?! Wendy I woke up this morning in the bed of a guy I don't even remember meeting much less marrying! Why did you let this happen?" Kasey glanced at the stranger she was talking about then turned away embarrassed.

"Oh my god! Kasey, honey, I'm so sorry. I can't believe we just let this happen! Holly! Wake up! Kasey really got hitched last night! It wasn't a dream." Kasey heard her friend gasp. "Kasey, we'll fix this, I promise."

Kasey felt her throat tighten and her sight blurred as tears pooled in her eyes. "You can't fix anything, Wendy."

"Kase, you can get an annulment—It will be like it never happened."

But that wasn't the case. Not really. It may be like it never happened legally on paper, but physically, emotionally, she couldn't change the fact that she had slept with him. "I'll call you later, Wendy," Kasey said trying not to sound like she was about to cry. "I need to figure out what's really going on. If anything happens to me," Kasey turned to face the man she was supposedly married to and cleared her throat, "—what is your name?"

"God, you don't even remember his name?" Wendy commented on the other line.

"Do you?"

"Fair enough."

Daniel sighed. This was not how he wanted things to go this morning. "Daniel Graham."

"And where are we exactly?"

"The presidential suite at the Bellagio."

Kasey's eyes widened. "Bellagio?" she mouthed then turned back around. "If you don't hear from my by tonight, I was last with a Mr. Daniel Graham in the Presidential suite of the Bellagio."

"What?" Wendy shouted. Kasey held the phone away from her ear. "You're in the presidential suite of the Bellagio?"

"My phone is nearly dead, Wendy, I'll call you later."

When she hung up Daniel was looking through a few of the bags on the couches.

"Here it is," he announced. "You told me you needed to charge your phone so I also bought you a charger." Daniel opened the package and pulled out a black cord. He plugged it into an outlet.

Kasey eyed him suspiciously. "Thanks...I guess." She plugged in her near dying phone then looked back up at him.

"I'm sorry you don't remember last night," Daniel said. "But I want to get one thing straight. We are indeed legally married, Kasey James—well, now, Graham." He pulled out the paper he had stuffed into his pocket and unfolded the license. Kasey grabbed the paper and looked down at the marriage license. Her signature was clear as day as was her friend's as witness.

She shoved the paper back at him—her husband. "Why did we get married?"

"Why don't we just head downstairs to grab something to eat? I'm hungry and I'm sure you are too." At the mention of food her stomach betrayed her and growled louder than she could imagine. "The dress looks great on you, by the way."

Kasey glanced down at the dress then back up at Daniel. "You bought this?"

"Along with everything else. We did some shopping last night before the wedding."

"You remember everything?" Daniel nodded.

"Why didn't you try and stop the wedding? Why did you want to marry me? And why would you ever think this could work? Get a girl drunk and then marry her!"

Daniel hesitated. He couldn't tell her the truth, not yet anyway. Not until he knew she would stay. "I'll admit I wasn't completely sober. Kasey, come on, we were having fun and drank a few too many glasses and invariably ended up getting married. But there is just something about you, Kasey James, that I saw in you last night and I see it again this morning. You can't blame me for wanting you in a way I've never wanted any other woman before." Daniel took a step closer to Kasey and grabbed her left hand to slip on the ring she had taken off. "Kasey, we're married. Now, I don't know about you, but to me, marriage is a commitment. It's something that is permanent. I know this wasn't how we should have done things, but we can't turn back the clock. We are married." He slipped the ring onto her finger. "But maybe if you give us some time I'd wager we would be great together."

Kasey pulled her hand away briefly glancing down at the ring she still couldn't believe he had bought for her. "I don't even know you."

"But that's exactly what I mean. We did things backwards, Kasey. We got married before we dated, before we got to truly know each other. Give us a chance to do that now. At least give me breakfast."

Kasey studied the face of her—she was ashamed to admit—husband. How could someone like him want to marry her? Why would he want to remain married? He didn't even know her, know her background and yet here he was trying to get her to take a chance on a relationship that was probably doomed from the first moment they met. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," she said more to herself than for his benefit. "I'll go to breakfast on one condition."

Daniel saw the wariness in her features and was almost certain she would demand an annulment without hesitation. "What condition?"

"I'll agree to go to breakfast with you, hear you out, whatever it is you are going to propose," she winced at her word choice, "if you agree to answer any questions I may have."

"Sounds fair enough. Shall we?" Daniel pointed to the door and waited for Kasey to throw on a pair of Jimmy Choo's she had so desperately wanted last night.

"Did you buy all of this last night?" Kasey asked.

"Yes, you were pretty persuasive I guess," Daniel offered. Kasey eyed him skeptically. "What do you mean exactly?"

Daniel shrugged. "We were shopping with your friends because they said you couldn't get married in the jeans you were wearing and while we were looking, I think I just wanted to make you happy so I bought some of the things you wanted and had it delivered to our suite."

Kasey groaned. "You must have spent a small fortune last night. And this ring!" she said holding it up to look at. "Why would you buy something so nice. We didn't even know each other—not really." Before Daniel could answer she continued her babbled worries. "I really hope this isn't real. Is this real? Oh God, I'm wearing a small fortune on my hand aren't I?" She looked up at his face as the elevator they were on went down.

"I'd lie and say no, but then I wouldn't really be holding up my end of the bargain."

Kasey's eyes widened. "Where did you buy it? Oh, please, please, please, tell me it wasn't at—"

"Tiffany's. It's a two and a half carat Tiffany Legacy diamond engagement ring."

Kasey groaned again. "Oh god, you could have bought a car with the money you spent, right?"

"Probably two with the wedding band."


"Because it was the one you liked and it was the one I wanted to buy for you."

Kasey narrowed her eyes at Daniel even as the heat warmed her cheeks. How could she not even know this man, her husband, and yet be wildly attracted to him and caught off guard by his words. Could she trust him? Doubtful. Could she grow to like him? Definitely. Could she be losing her mind? Decidedly. Kasey cleared her throat. "I don't want this to sound like I'm digging, but...are you made of money or something?"

Daniel laughed. "If I wasn't and I just told you I spent every penny I had this weekend on you, what would you say?"

Kasey shook her head. "I'm sure I would be speechless then beg the stores and Tiffany's to take back everything you bought last night."

Daniel smiled. "You'd really return the ring?"

"If you spent everything you had on it? Yes, it's just a ring. I can't believe I even said I liked it last night."

"You don't like it? Now that you're sober?" He asked with a grin.

Kasey rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she was bantering with a man she barely knew. Maybe this connection they mysteriously had between each other was the reason for the drunken spur of the moment wedding. "Just answer my original question."

"Only after you tell me the truth about the ring."

She huffed. "Fine, I love it. There, you happy? It's a little big, though, don't you think?" She held out her hand toward his face. "Kind of a punch in the face. And imagine how much it will blind you outside in the sun!"

Daniel grinned. "But you'll be the envy of every woman."

"Why because my husband spends all his money on frivolous things?" Kasey's stomach jolted. Had she really just referred to him as her husband? And how come it didn't completely repulse her?

Daniel laughed, "I didn't spend all my money and your ring is not frivolous."

"Well, you certainly went on one hell of a shopping spree at my's a little awkward don't you think?"

"I wanted to make you happy, if I recall. How was I to know you wouldn't remember anything when you woke up?" When the elevator doors opened Daniel directed her through the endless and confusing halls toward the café he wanted to take her. He had so badly wanted to put his arm around her waist and steer her in the right direction, but one wrong move and his deer of a wife would scamper away skittishly. When they appeared at the café, Daniel pulled out his VIP card and showed it to the maitre d'. Immediately they were ushered to the back of the dining room overlooking the botanical gardens. "We just cut in front of all those people waiting," Kasey whispered to Daniel.

"Now you'll know what it feels like to be a VIP at one of the top hotels in Vegas," Daniel said as he helped Kasey into her seat to which she thanked him as he sat down.

Was he always this charming, she wondered? After their waiter took their drink order, Kasey looked up from her menu. "Now will you tell me the events that took place last night?"

Daniel looked up seriously, "Let's at least order first. I'm thinking—" he looked back down at the menu. "—I'll get the apple-wood smoked bacon omelet. What about you?"

"Um," Kasey couldn't decide because it all looked so good.

"Maybe I'll do an order of fruit, if you wouldn't mind sharing."

Kasey shrugged her shoulders, "Okay. I think I'll do the café Benedict."

"You don't like omelets?" Daniel asked genuinely curious about his new bride.

Kasey shook her head. "Not really. I don't like vegetables in my eggs; bacon, ham, cheese—oh, and onions—I can handle, but I don't really like anything else. I'm more of an 'all-American' breakfast girl."

Daniel laughed. "So you like the sweet with the salty."

"Only when I'm eating out. At home I mostly just have a bowl of cereal or a piece of toast with some peanut butter or almond butter."


It was Kasey's turn to laugh. "It's not terrible. I'm used to it, so my body doesn't think I'm starving. What about you? Do you have your professional cook make you a freshly made omelet with a side order of fruit every morning?"

Daniel shook his head. "No, I have him make me a full course breakfast every morning," he joked. "In all seriousness I usually just grab a bagel or a bowl of cereal."

"Do you have someone help you toast the bagel?" Kasey smiled.

"Yes, and I also have someone help me dress for work," Daniel teased her. "Do you really think that's the kind of life I lead?"

"How would I know, I don't know anything about you."

"And that's the whole point of this, right?" He gestured to the space between them.

Before he could say more their waiter returned with their drinks and took their order. When Kasey raised her eyebrows, Daniel just shrugged. "I thought you might also like to try the brioche French toast."

"You throw money away like it doesn't mean anything."

Daniel scoffed, "I do not—not usually—and besides you said you were the 'all-American-breakfast-type-girl'. I just was trying to do something nice for you—give you the sweet and the salty. You've never stayed at the Bellagio I'm guessing and you probably would never come in here to eat, right?"

Kasey shrugged suddenly embarrassed. "Yeah, you're right."

"Well, I just wanted you to try a little bit of everything."

Kasey's cheeks flamed. "Thank you, I guess."

Daniel took a sip of his drink. "Now about what happened last night. You want to know everything?"

Kasey narrowed her eyes. "Everything," she confirmed. "And don't even think about lying to me."

"Believe me, I'm already on thin ice with you. I don't want to break it because of one lie."