Truth Or Dare With My Secret Husband

Synopsis

I lost a game of Truth or Dare and was dared to call the first guy in my contacts, put him on speaker, and ask to borrow money. The contact was saved under "A." That was Frederick Grant. The guy who aced the SATs. The tech world's rising star. And the boy I had a crush on throughout my entire youth. The call connected. A low, magnetic voice came through, husky with sleep. "Hello?" My palms were sweating. "Frederick, I-I have an emergency. Can I borrow three thousand dollars?" Dead silence filled the private room. Everyone was waiting for the humiliation. After all, my very public rejection by him back in school was legendary. There was a two-second pause on the other end. Just as I was about to hang up, a faint rustling sound came through the phone, followed by a soft chuckle. "Three thousand is a bit low. My spare card is in the inner pocket of your bag. The PIN is your birthday. Use it for anything." "And... did you get enough rest? You're up awfully early after last night." The room erupted. With trembling hands, I searched my bag, and my fingers brushed against a black credit card. So it was true. The man I drunkenly married that night... was really him.