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“All right.” She gives her shiny hair a pat. “Provided I get a ring big enough to be spotted from Mars. I want something gross and distasteful. Something that’ll make every woman I know despise me.”
I don’t have the heart to tell her most women she knows already hate her.
Either Grace is shit at negotiations and I gave her far too much credit, or she is desperate for this bargain. At any rate, she’s given up the fight too willingly, and I wonder why. She’s spent the last decade dumping me every few months and dragging me through all her drama ... only to say yes to a proposal? What’s her angle?
“You’ll sign a prenup,” I announce.
Her face falls. “Why? It’s not like we’re ever going to—”
I lift a hand up. “I enjoy you, Grace. More than I should. But make no mistake. I trust you no more than tomorrow’sNational Enquirerheadline.”
She lets out a laugh. “You’re terrible.”
“That can’t be news to you.”
“Fine. But I reserve the right to have three lawyers go over this prenup.”
“Have a hundred, sweetheart.” It doesn’t matter. I’m going to get my way and ensure my wealth is safe from her, just like my father had with her mother.
“Now, go wait for me in the bedroom while I wash the dishes.” I stand up.
She hesitates at first, loitering, as if she has something more to say, then gets up on her feet.
My back is to her when she starts walking. I watch her from the kitchen window’s reflection. “Did I say go? I meantcrawl.”
Turning my head, I watch her spine stiffen as she gives it a brief thought.
“You like to humiliate me, don’t you?”
Not particularly. But I know she likes it, and I play our game very well.
“That’s fine, Ars. The trouble is, I like to be humiliated by you too. I know you don’t love me ...” She draws in a breath. “No, don’t even try to deny it. What you have for me is not love. It’s obsession. It’s always been obsession. I’ll still take it.”
Slowly, she lowers herself on all fours and crawls toward my bedroom, her magnificent ass in the air. Idolove her. Of course I love her. Why else would I put up with everything she’s put me through?
I want to tell her to get up. But something stops me. A searing pain that slashes through my chest every time I remember how she deprived me of the only family I knew. How cruelly she screwed me over.
I wash the plates and the pan, then rinse the champagne glasses. Drying my hands on my way to the bedroom, I hear the water running in the en suite.
Grace appears in the doorway a minute later, in a sexy black lace baby doll.
Baby doll.The nickname makes me shudder. Why am I thinking of that country bumpkin all of a sudden? Never mind. Her simpleton face has already disappeared from my mind.
Grace approaches me and drags her fingernail over my throat.
“I was thinking ...” The tip of her tongue travels along her top lip. “How about I give you VIP access to my back end?”
I stare at her. Did she just offer me anal sex? Like we’re teens? We’ve never discussed it before. I wasn’t under the impression this was something she’d be interested in.
“Why?” I question.
“What do you mean?” Her smile crumbles. This wasn’t the reaction she was shooting for. “I want to make things special for you. We’re moving in together. We just discussedmarriage.” She swallows hard, taking a step back. “Plus, you’ve always liked unorthodox things. I thought maybe you wanted to get a little kinky.”
I don’t want her to give up things she doesn’t want to give because the cards have shuffled and changed in my favor.
“Oh, come on!” She rolls her eyes. “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it when I squeeze my tits together and you fuck the gap between them until you come into my mouth.”
We definitely have some room for growth on the sweet talk side.
