Fucking Vegas. It would be the death of her.

Two weeks. Two weeks in this luxury suite, two weeks of non-stop partying with her friends. Two weeks of drinking, drugs, and sex. She rolled onto her side, reaching for her phone. Fuck. That was today’s date. Doomsday. The day her parents finally planned to end her little all-American bender. No more sun-soaked ragers in the land of opportunity; she was about to be dragged back to Russia. The land of fucking snow and… working for her father’s company.

Money was much more fun when you didn’t have to earn it yourself.

Nina sighed, dramatically, and started swiping through her phone. Her finger caught slightly on the edge of the device, and she glanced down. There, on her left hand. A ring.

What the fuck?

Memories from the night before hit in blurry, disjointed flashes. She’d met someone. She vaguely recalled a conversation. Salking all night was easy when you were partying as hard as she was, but this one had felt… different.

And she remembered… a plan. Nina rolled over to look at the other side of the bed. There, confirming her worst suspicions, was a human shaped lump under the covers.

Shit.

She had actually done it. She’d really fucking done it this time. Her parents were probably on a flight right now to drag her back to Moscow, and she - what? Married a fucking stranger to try and get a green card? She really was doomed.

Nina nudged the lump beside her with a sharp jab.

"Hey. Wake the fuck up, idiot." She hissed the words with her faint Russian lilt, feeling her irritation at this person rising. Nina pinched her brow letting out a frustrated sigh. Okay. She was already in bed with this person, mostly naked in just her underwear. Time to find out just how bad this was. Maybe her parents wouldn't totally hate her new 'better half'.

(Fuck, who was she kidding. Of course they would.*

"I'm just going to assume you know who I am, because, well... obviously everyone knows me. But just who the fuck are you and how did you let this happen?"