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“Come on, Ace. Don’t shut me out. How are we supposed to have a relationship if we do that to each other? Isn’t that what caused you to think about leaving? Because I didn’t tell you everything?”
Rylee finger combed her hair and looked around the room as if trying to avoid his gaze.
“Do I need to play the Dom card and make you talk?”
She glared at him and opened the door, stepping into the hallway.
She was halfway down the stairs by the time Memphis caught up to her.
He didn’t demand to know where she was going, just followed her.
When she reached the landing, she veered into the kitchen and picked up the stack of papers.
“You want to talk about keeping things from me? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me about this before you had it drafted for me to sign?”
“The bank information?” Memphis asked, reaching for the stack.
“No. Damn it. Quit playing dumb. You haven’t even proposed yet and you already want me to sign things that have to do with if we get divorced?”
Clearly, he was missing something, so he took the stack of papers and flipped through them. When he saw the last document, he knew what had her upset.
“God damn it. I’m going to kill Jeremy.”
Rylee furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
“Lover, I did not want you to sign a prenup. In fact, I explicitly told Jeremy not to draft one.”
He read through the document. It was a proposal, but it was drafted, so it sounded as if the proposal were coming from Rylee and not Memphis. He knew exactly what Jeremy’s intention was, and he was livid.
“You sure do have a lot of people putting your name on paperwork you didn’t mean for them to,” Rylee muttered.
That made him laugh, though he wasn’t amused by the situation at all.
“Rylee, is this what made you so mad at me?”
Rylee nodded. “That and I’m just under a lot of pressure because of the reporters and the crazy news stories about you. I didn’t expect it to be this bad.”
Her voice shook, and he set the papers aside to pull her in for a hug. Mere seconds after she laid her head on his shoulder, she jerked back and wrenched out of his arms to lunge for the kitchen trash can where she threw up. Memphis did his best to comfort her and hold her hair as she heaved over the can.
“How embarrassing,” she whimpered when she finally stopped.
He led her to a chair and made her sit before he pulled several paper towels off a roll and wet them in the sink so he could wash her face. Then he handed her a glass of water.
“I know I drank a lot with Carla last night, but this is getting ridiculous,” she said after drinking half the glass.
“What do you mean?” Memphis asked.
“It’s just the third time I’ve thrown up today. I didn’t really feel that hungover when I arrived at the tournament this morning.”
Memphis frowned. “I’ll have a doctor come check you out in the morning. Could it be bad food?”
Rylee shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Memphis was crouched in front of Rylee’s chair between her knees. “Baby, I’m sorry about everything. You can tear up the prenup. I’ll be having a word with Jeremy in the morning.”
Rylee nodded. “I did awful at the tournament. I just couldn’t focus.”
He sighed and rested his head on her knees. “I’m sure that’s my fault, too.”
