Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
I call my lawyer and take pictures of the contract. The phone allows for scanning, so the prenup has been sent. It will be filed properly later, but for now, I sit back and wait for her to exit the bathroom.
When she comes out, she’s dressed in the robe meant for the female of the auction. Everything provided is new to the guests since the event is for the best of the best. She looks delectable in the sensuous robe. Still, we have to leave soon because we have a wedding to perform, unless I can get it done here. I have to check with my lawyer.
“Why don’t you lie down? I have to make a call.”
She pulls her cell phone out of her bag and then plops on the bed. An uncomfortable feeling stabs me in the chest. “You better not be texting some guy.”
“Relax. I’m not.” She glares at me. “Heck, I didn’t say the same thing to you, did I?”
“No, because you’re a smart girl and wouldn’t dare challenge my word.” I close the distance between us and stare her down, wanting to see how she’d react. I already pledged my fidelity in the prenup, but I want to see how far she’d go.
“Then why would you challenge mine?”
“Fair enough. So what were you doing?”
“I was going to check in with a friend. Is it okay to say I’m getting married, or should I just wait until it’s over?”
“I’d wait until it’s done. I’m sorry, but it’s not going to be anything special.”
“Yeah, didn’t think it was,” she mutters with a dismissive twist of her lips. She then winks at me and smirks. “Then again, I’ve got nothing to compare it to. I guess only time will tell.” Over my dead body. I’m not going to say that to her, but there isn’t going to be another man in her life. Damn, was she turning into one hell of a piece of work. She went from mushy and orgasmic, to bratty and defiant.
“Okay.” I shake it off and go to call my lawyer, walking away before I find a reason to spank her ass and then fuck her all over again.
Chapter Four
Magnolia
I release the biggest sigh of relief the second he leaves the room. Thank goodness he’s gone. I relax and let all the bravado wash away. I spent the time in the shower trying to figure out how to act now that we crossed this insane boundary. We haven’t even known each other for more than an hour, and I let him do all sorts of nasty things and wanted more. What does someone do after they have sex with a fucking man who can make you come with no damn effort? Who is this epitome of perfection and dominance?
When you’re in the throes of passion and you realize that you have a fetish for being controlled after spending your whole life running away from those trying to control you, you brush off your fears and treat him the way you would any other person who wanted something from you—indifference. But I’m not sure I can keep it up. Especially when he touches me.
When I first looked at the account, it said transaction in process, but I didn’t see how much money. Now I’m finally looking, and my mouth falls open because he paid a fortune to marry me. I was supposed to get eighty percent of the money, so I nearly hyperventilate. There are way too many zeros. The host of the event told me that my minimum was a hundred thousand. “There has to be a mistake.”
“What?”
“The money,” I mutter. “When I looked earlier, it was saying the money was being processed, but now…”
“Is it not there yet?”
“It is, but they put way too much in there.” He chuckles and climbs on the bed and barks out, “Those fucking bastards.”
“Charged you too much. I’ll give it back.”
“No, they fucking robbed you.”
“What? No, that’s nuts.” There’s over two million dollars in my bank account.
“I don’t discuss money, but you’ll be my wife so if you must know, I paid them ten million.” That means…eight million should be mine.
My mouth falls open, staring at him like a dumbass, but all he does is get up and shake his head. A second later, he’s pacing and on the phone. He’s cursing someone out in a hushed, violent voice that screams he’s in charge. I watch his muscular body move like a wild animal that is primed to strike. It gives me a moment to silently examine his form, and that’s when I spot the scars on his body that I’d been too damn horny to notice. Most of them are small, but there’s a good gash down his side. I stare with amazement, so many questions in my head, but mostly I wonder if he’s as horny as I am right now.