Page 8 of The Marriage Mistake

I grimace, knowing Lock is at my back before I even turn to look.

“Damn, Sammi,” he chuckles. “I haven’t seen you in such a compromising position since…well, last night.”

I actually feel a growl rising up my throat.

“Can you just help me find the damn key?”

“Sure,” he says, sitting on the couch with a grin that says he’s only here to watch.

“Lock!”

“Okay, okay.” He sweeps his eyes over the room. “Is that it?”

I look where he points and feel my cheeks flush.

Naturally, I’m standing right next to it.

I bite my tongue to hold in my response, choosing to unlock a restless, squirming Percy instead.

“Finally!” she shouts as the second cuff comes undone. “I thought I was gonna be stuck there forever!”

So dramatic.

I grab a sheet that’s been draped over a nearby chair, wrapping it snugly around my own naked form.

The disappointment on Lock’s face brings a smile to my own. He’s like a puppy I’ve just taken a treat away from.

I hand a sheet to Percy as well before taking a deep breath and surveying the room again.

There’s an ominous-looking puddle nearby that I definitely want to avoid.

In the corner sits a pile of ping pong balls that look forebodingly sticky. Totally not touching those, either.

All in all, it’s a total shit show—and this is just the main room.

Suddenly, I hear movement from behind the door to Becky and Liam’s room.

It’s…chittering?

What in the actual fuck could possibly be making that noise? Did we let a fucking animal in the hotel room?I’m scared to even discover the source.

I really wasn’t expecting pink pubes before my Wheaties, but I was blessed with that sight anyway. What could be more outlandish?

I cross the room and cautiously open the door.

Becky and Liam are both naked, bodies twisted into various uncomfortable-looking positions on the bed. They look like a couple of dirty contortionists who fell asleep during an act.

Spread out on the comforter beneath them has to be something like a million dollars—or at least, a million Thai baht.

But that’s not what I’m stuck on. Jumping up and down on Becky’s naked ass is a fucking monkey.

Yep. Amonkey.A tiny, vest-wearing monkey at that.

He’s absolutely adorable, and I can’t help myself.

“Awww…”

The monkey stops mid-celebration, turning to meet my eyes.