"I'll get it," I told Noah. I didn't particularly want to open the door and let Tommy and Quincy inside of our little bubble, but the fuckers wouldn't stop banging and my poor head couldn't take much more.
Climbing off the bed, I covered Noah's waist with a sheet before rummaging around the carnage on the floor in search of a shirt.
Finding one, I slipped it over my head before padding through the suite to the door.
"How are the newlyweds?" Tommy sneered when I threw back the door, glaring at me like I was a poisonous insect.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but Quincy shoved past me, storming through our hotel suite like a hurricane. With one last look of disgust, Tommy stalked past me.
Lewis, who was standing outside in the hallway, nodded politely to me. "Good evening, Teagan," he acknowledged before turning his back on me, his guarding resumed.
Good evening?
Shaking my head in confusion, I closed the door and wandered back into the bedroom where it was going down like Donkey Kong.
"Are you fucking crazy?" Quincy was roaring. "You're all over the goddamn internet. Getting hitched in Vegas? Real classy."
When he reached the bed, Quincy flung his iPad at Noah.
The device bounced off Noah's rock hard abs before landing on the carpet alongside the bed.
"That cost me a thousand bucks, guys," Tommy groaned, diving for the device.
Noah shrugged nonchalantly from where he was still shackled. "I didn't tell him to throw it."
"I thought you had more than one brain cell in that head of yours, boy!" Quincy continued to roar. "No pre-nup. No goddamn nothing."
"You think you can storm in here like you own the place and throw things at him?"
Noah must have some serious self-control, I thought to myself, because right now I was burning mad.
Bending down, I grabbed the first thing that caught my eyes – which just so happened to be one of my heels from last night.
Standing up with the silver heel in my hand, I swung my arm back and let it fly.
I couldn't begin to describe the satisfaction I felt when my heel clocked Quincy on the back of his head.
"You crazy fucking bitch," Noah's coach snarled, swinging around to glare at me. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You want to keep this going?" I demanded. "Fine." Reaching down, I grabbed my other heel. "I can go all day." I aimed my shoe at his head. "Call me crazy again. I dare you."
"Noah," Quincy hissed. "Call your girl off before I do something I regret."
"Wife." With a strength that I knew he possessed but still surprised me, Noah yanked one hand roughly, shattering the cuff before doing the same with the other.
So much for needing keys…
Noah then proceeded to climb off the bed and walk across the room as naked as the day he was born, without a blush on his cheeks.
"Wife," Noah said when he reached my side. "Call off my wife." Pressing a kiss to the top of my head, Noah stepped around me and pulled open one of the dresser drawers.
"The media are all over this," Tommy said before quickly adverting his eyes from the sight of my naked husband in all his morning glory.
"Getting married in Elvis's Chapel?" Quincy piped up, tone laced with disgust. "Classy."
"Did you have a reason for bursting into our room this early?" Taking out a pair of black shorts, Noah quickly stepped into them and pulled them up to rest on his perfectly proportions narrow hips. "Or couldn't you wait to offer your congratulations?"
"Considering it's past eight in the evening and you were supposed to be at the arena fighting in forty-five goddamn minutes, then yeah," Quincy hissed, chest heaving. "I'd say I have a pretty good reason for bursting in on you."
Grabbing Tommy's hand, Noah muttered a string of swearwords when checked the time on his watch. "Jesus Christ."
Holding the back of his head with his hands, Noah inhaled a deep breath. "Fuck," he finally whispered, eyes locked on mine. "How long were we asleep?"
"I don't know." I was so drunk when I fell into bed this morning that up until now I'd thought it was still Friday. "It couldn't have been more than…"
"It doesn't matter!" Quincy growled, interrupting me. "What the hell are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Checking his watch, Tommy cursed under his breath. "If we're lucky we'll make it."
"Go," I urged when Noah's worried eyes landed on my face. "Hurry up," I added shoving him towards the bedroom door.
"What about you?" Noah asked as he slipped on his pants and then his shoes. "I don't want you here on your own."
"I'm not alone. Lewis is outside." Pushing him towards the door, I reached up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Go fight. I'll clean up and follow after you guys with Lewis."