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It felt intense, and I wasn’t even doing anything.
“I married you for a few reasons, actually.” He gestured toward the door and I followed him, shutting the computer room’s door firmly. “I have a housekeeper that comes twice a week. The only room she does not clean is that one right there. I would appreciate you making sure that you clean in there. Please don’t take any food or drinks in there, though. That equipment is extremely expensive.”
I nodded.
“Don’t be surprised when shit gets messed with remotely. I’ve been assured by those that I took a plea deal with that I would have access to a computer. That way I can keep all my systems up to date, and things like that. There will be times that I ask you to do a few things related to my computers, though. I have a few trusted friends that I would allow inside, but you’ll have to make a time available ahead of that date that you can be here to allow them entrance.” He stopped at the door to a room and pushed the door open without going inside. “Gym.” He kept going. “Extra bathroom.” He continued. “This is a spare bedroom. You can sleep in here.” He kept walking. “Or you can take my bed. I don’t care. This one has the better view of the lake, however.”
The lake.
There was a lake?
I would’ve walked to the window that looked out, but he kept walking to an empty room. “You can make this into whatever you want. You’re going to school, correct?”
My brows rose. “You know that?”
He pointed at himself. “Computer hacker.”
So he probably knew quite a bit about me. Why did that not surprise me, or outrage me for that matter?
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Good,” he said. “How fast do they think that you’ll be able to finish your nursing program?”
I rolled my shoulders. “If all goes well, I’m going to get it done in two years. Summer, fall, winter, spring, summer.”
He nodded once. “I’ve already set it up to have my accounts pay for your schooling. No matter what you take. Assuming you’re still going to Texas University.”
My mouth all but fell open. “Yes.”
“Good,” he said. “I have you now set up in their database as Wyett Villin, though. You might want to remember that when you go to sign up for their classes.” He kept walking, going down the opposite side of the hallway this time as he pushed open doors.
All in all, he had six bedrooms, all of which were unfurnished but the two.
He led me to his kitchen where there was a stack of papers on his counter.
“Bank account information.” He pushed it toward me. “Emergency numbers in case you need them. My family knows that I’ll be going to prison, and they know that the property has a caretaker, so they shouldn’t be coming around. Do not let them inside. Please.”
I nodded mutely.
“My reasons for marrying you,” he hesitated. “I don’t trust my family at all. I needed someone that could override their greed. They’re good people. Nice. But they fucking suck at managing money. I haven’t given them your name or anything, so they shouldn’t be able to find you. But if they do… please let me know.”
“H-how?” I asked.
“Good ol’ fashioned snail mail,” he said as he tapped the packet. “Everything that you need to know about me is in there. My attorney has notarized everything. You have access to my bank accounts. My house. My cars. Anything that you might or might not need.” He paused as he stared into my eyes. “You’re more than welcome to use one of my cars and sell yours. In fact, you can just have one.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“I need to reiterate about my family,” he said. “They’re not really all that nice to new people. And they’re kind of pissed that I allowed someone that wasn’t them to take care of my stuff.”
“Is that the main reason that you wanted this?” I gestured to the space between him and me.
His lips quirked.
“Not really, no,” he admitted. “You intrigued me from the moment that you allowed me to tug on your eyelashes. I looked into you and knew that you’d be perfect for what I had in mind.”
I wondered just how much he’d looked into me.
Were we talking about my entire life? Or just the basics?
I found that I really didn’t want to know.
Because, whether he did it on purpose or not, he was doing me a huge favor by giving me somewhere to live.
For the next four years, I wouldn’t have much to worry about.
I could go to school and focus. I could work. I could get the experience that I needed, then I could go back to school to be a nurse anesthetist like I’d always wanted.
