"Oh, I will go back to my house…" Blake was lying. He swore to himself he would stay by Marissa's side no matter what after they registered their marriage this afternoon.
"Your house? This is your house." Micky stated the fact while making a 'don't tell me a shit' face.
"I mean I have another one…" Blake proudly told him that, just to earn more credit.
"Then, I will see you tomorrow…" Micky closed the door. Already thinking of going back to sleep.
Blake looked at the clock on the wall. He was bored to death. Waiting for Marissa to come back from home seemed too long. Weakly walking back to his room, he laid back on the bed. The thought of him sleeping together on the same bed with Marissa made him smile.
"Ah this can't be…" He rushed down, grabbed his car key. "Let's meet my beautiful wife."
Excited, he drove straight to the hotel.
