Gigi pushed him down into the couch. “Stay,” she warned sternly, then she turned to me. “You, sit there,” she said, pointing to the chair.
I listened, and did what she asked. After I sat, I gazed over at Lexi.
She was biting her bottom lip, looking unsure about the situation.
“Are you okay?” Gigi asked as she moved toward Lexi. When her hands touched Lexi’s shoulders, they both hugged.
Tight.
“I’m okay, Gigi. I’m sorry, I screwed up. I should have answered your calls,” Lexi said while her arms wrapped around her friend—and vice versa.
“Honey, this whole thing is a lot bigger than you not answering a few phone calls,” Gigi said, rubbing her friend’s back.
“What’s going on? So we partied for a couple of days—did we really do anything that horrible?” Lexi asked, downplaying the shit out of what we’d actually done.
Gigi pushed back from her friend, and nodded her head. “Uh, yeah, you got married to a guy you just met. And that guy is Trey Turner.”
My heart stopped.
How the hell did they find out about that?
“Where did you—how—” Lexi stammered, obviously as surprised as I was that Gigi knew we’d gotten married.
“Lex, there’s video and pictures of you guys all over social media. The entire world knows,” Gigi stated bluntly—yet gently.
“Holy cow,” Lexi murmured in the cutest way.
Gigi set her hands on Lexi’s shoulders and turned her around. “You, sit here,” she said, moving her to a small loveseat.
Gigi finally sat beside Beau and opened her mouth to speak, but Lexi got there first.
“We’re getting a divorce or an annulment, or whatever we have to do,” she blathered out without taking a breath.
“You’re what?” Gigi and Beau said in tandem, their faces looking pretty horrified.
“Trey is going to call his lawyer, and get everything arranged,” Lexi said, nodding her head at me.
“You’re a real fucking piece of work, aren’t you?” Beau said as he started getting to his feet.
Quickly, Gigi grabbed a hold of his arm and yanked him back down. “Sit down, or leave. You’re not helping matters any,” she scolded him.
Beau shook his head and shifted around slightly.
“Okay, so you guys go out, get drunk, get married,” Gigi said as she touched a finger for each offense, “stay gone for two days straight without contacting anyone—” she inhaled a deep breath, “and now you’re getting a divorce?”
Her jaw dropped to the floor as she gazed at each of us.
“Pretty much,” Lexi said in a small voice. “I—we—didn’t know anyone saw us get married.”
“Lexi, it’s everywhere,” Gigi whispered into the silence.
Beau swiveled his head back to me, and practically snarled. “So, you ruin her fucking reputation, and now you’re just going to hang her out to dry? You’re unfuckingbeliveable.”
“Settle down, man. That’s not how it was—and not how it is. At all,” I said, keeping my voice on an even keel—hoping that might calm Beau down a bit.
“Then how the fuck was it? Because from here, it looks like you took advantage of a young woman—had your fun—and now you’re sending her back home while you wait for the next piece of ass to fall all over you.”
I stood up, and glared down at Beau. “Lexi is not—and was not a piece of ass. Watch your fucking mouth,” I snapped at him, ready to throw down.