I should, but I don’t.
I don’t want to.
CHAPTER 13
DANIELLE
Imagine standing in front of your ex, sweat dripping down your back from running most of the way there, as a judge asks you if you agree to the vows you’ve not listened to.
Blake’s eyes lock onto mine, and I hesitate—thoughts of my mother’s gasp at learning about the wedding through the media and of Issac’s annoyed glare from across the room taking over.
Someone coughs, and I blink, realizing it’s the judge.
Blake lifts an eyebrow, and my heart rockets through my chest.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper, so faintly I don’t think anyone hears me.
But Blake does.
“Sweetheart.” Blake scoops my hands into his, shooting me a winning smile. “Of course, you can. Okay?”
His voice soothes my frayed nerves, but the show he’s putting on in front of the judge is sickening. His loving gaze sweeps over my face, like he’s obsessing over the fact I’m going to be his wife.
Issac frowns from behind Blake, the expression nothing but hopeful.
Oh, what the fuck am I doing? Get a grip, Danielle. Think of the money.
“I do.”
The two words escape my lips, sealing my fate before I can change my mind.
I’m sure Mom won’t mind when she’s mortgage free, relaxing on a beach in the Caribbean.
Blake relaxes, glancing back at the judge. “That was close.”
The judge smiles at us before asking Blake the same thing.
This time, Blake lifts my hand to his lips, kissing it softly.
It’s too loving, and I shrink back, wanting to kick him in the balls.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Before I can protest, Blake pulls me into his arms, dropping me dramatically into the crook of his left arm.
His eyes hold me captive as he whispers against me to play along.
His lips crush mine, and I have no option but to play the loving bride.
I refuse to kiss him back, despite my lips twitching to do so.
Fucking Blake.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Oh my God.
I’ve done it.
