I'M Married To HIM? || Kill Me Now

Okay avid readers. For those of you who don't know, this is a sequel. The first story is called 'I'M Marrying HIM? || Over My Dead Body' You should read it first so you understand the fact why Chelsea married Jordon. But if you're too lazy to read it, that's cool too. You might be a little lost at first, but hey, whatever floats your boat ^_^

Love you all!!!

Chelsea woke up beside Jordon. She was still dressed, in her underwear and bra, but other than that, she seemed fine. Her head pounded and her stomach ached. Jordon had one arm draped around her waist and the other caressed a strand of her hair.

Chelsea sighed and slipped away from Jordon. For some reason she wasn't mad. She was freaked out, wondering how he'd gotten her dress off without her screaming and fussing, then she remembered that she'd passed out.

Embarrassment flooded through her like before and she hugged her stomach. That when she noticed the ring.

Glowing, heaving, and beautiful.

"Oh dear God…" Chelsea exhaled as she sat on the edge of the bed. She turned her hand over and over, hoping that when she turned it over one more time, the diamond ring would be gone. But it remained like a tattoo and she shuddered.

"You ok?" Jordon asked groggily. Chelsea jumped and tripped away from the bed.

Jordon, his eyes scrunched and his hair a mess, looked sincerely worried. Chelsea nodded and she let her eyes wander to Jordon's exposed stomach. That's my husband… She screamed in her head as she traced each and every muscle shadowing his chest with her eyes.

"Bambi, it's not polite to stare…" Jordon yawned, slipping out from the bed. He was wearing only his boxers and they were black with tiny red poka-dots.

"I wasn't staring." Chelsea walked over to her closet, wait, they were in her room…. And she grabbed a jacket, throwing it around her shoulders and snuggling into the fabric.

"Ok, you were impolitely assessing me. It's not polite." Jordon walked over to Chelsea and she shivered at the power in his stare.

"Sorry…" She mumbled, lacing her fingers together violently.

"It's ok, darling wife…" Jordon grinned and Chelsea decided that now would be the perfect time for his 'knee-to-the-crotch'.