Page 24 of Billionaire In Vegas

“I called to see about an annulment...”

“And?”

“It’s possible.”

“Thank God,” I breathed.

“But it means I’ll lose everything.”

“What? Lose everything? What are you talking about?” I didn’t like this turn of events.

“Apparently, as soon as dad’s lawyer found out, he told my dad who promptly changed not only his will but the stipulations of my inheritance as well. I was supposed to receive the first part of my trust fund on my thirtieth birthday which is in six months, but now our ‘situation’ has changed things.”

I shook my head, not understanding, “So what does that mean? What’s going on? I don’t understand.”

“That means, Lacey, that if we divorce I lose my trust fund. Dad thinks that by being married, especially to you, I’ll learn something about responsibility and maturity before I inherit a giant chunk of money.”

“Well, that’s wishful thinking. Delusional even. You don’t even know what the word maturity means.”

“Touché.”

I decided to stop giving him a hard time and said, “I mean, that sucks, but that has nothing to do with me.”

Jude laughed, “You really don’t spare any feelings, do you?”

“I can be a little blunt. But you’ll have to forgive me for not caring that you’ll have to just be like the rest of us and find a job.”

“I have a job—”

“Being a billionaire playboy is not a job.”

“I’m not going to argue with you.” He now seemed majorly annoyed.

“Good because you’ll just lose.”

“Do you have to be right all the time?” he asked testily.

“It’s what I’m good at.”

He smiled gently and said in a soft voice, “I don’t know. I remember a few details from last night and you’re good at a lot of things.”

From the tone of his voice and the wicked gleam in his eyes, I knew “a lot of things” was sexual in nature.

I folded my arms over my chest, pretending to be more upset than I actually was. Inside I was secretly cheering for making an impression on a man who probably had slept with hundreds of girls, movies stars, models, and he was impressed by my moves? I wanted to pat myself on the back. And then I felt stupid and quickly squashed my reaction to his compliment.

“That may be true, but you’ll never get that experience again. You’ll just have your memories to sustain you.”

He laughed and as he did, something near my foot caught his eye.

He got up and bent down next to me. “I was wondering where these had gone.”

To my embarrassment, he was holding my panties from last night.

“Give me those!” I demanded, holding my hand out.

He extended them, I grabbed for them but before my hand clasped around them, he pulled them back. I stood up and placed my hand on my hips and glared at him.

“Stop being such a child.”