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“Of course I’ll give you the catafter you say ‘I do.’”
Okay, so the tone didn’t work at all.
“Give me my cat.” I put my hands on my hips.
“She’s waiting for you back in your new home.”
“Take me there now.” I stomp.
He crosses his arms, hiding my Ms. Kittles from me. “I’m sorry. Mr. Knight doesn't allow random women in his home. You must be employed or family.”
“No trail of hookers and girlfriends. Wait, mistresses! That’s what Mom calls them.” I snap my fingers as I remember.
The thought of Luke’s mistresses sours my stomach even though I shouldn’t care. Still, it would totally piss me off if he’s been hooking up with other women for the whole time he’s been trying to get me to go out with him. These thoughts are ridiculous and irrational on my part. Yeah. I’m so not going to fit in with the normal people of the world. But I can fake it!
“Mistresses? Don’t be distasteful.” He shakes his head at me like a father scolding his child for cursing.
“I’mbeing distasteful?” I scream. I’ve been kidnapped. Sold off.
“Please calm down. If Mr. Knight hears you shouting he will come down here.” He puts his phone back into his pocket.
“I don’t want to see his face,” I mumble. His handsome stupid face that has haunted all of my dreams for the past six months since he entered my life. I. Hate. Him.
“You shouldn't see the groom before the wedding. Isn’t that tradition or some shit?”
I bite the inside of my cheek not to laugh and remind myself I don’t like Clayton.
“Ms. Kittles get you?” I ask and eye his scratched hands. That a girl.
“She’s a menace.” Clayton’s face grows serious.
“What do you think I’ll be?” I tilt my head. If there’s one thing I know, Clayton doesn't mess around with the safety of Mr. Luke Knight. “I could end up killing your precious leader in his sleep.”
“I could kill your cat,” he tosses back. I gasp.
“That’s just messed up. I can’t believe you said that to me.” I take a step back from him.
He blinks. “You just threatened to kill a person.”
I bat my hand like that’s no big deal but quickly drop it behind my back because it’s the one with the knife. “I’d be doing the world a favor there.” Luke is too handsome to be roaming around anyway. Plus, if half the things I’ve heard about him are true . . . Again, doing the world a favor. Ms. Kittles is needed in this world. She is the number one spider killer. Ms. Kittles is the Clayton of my life. I get why Luke has this taciturn jerk by his side.
Clayton lets out a long-suffering sigh. “If you want your cat you’ll put on the dress and walk down the aisle.”
“Fine.” I tilt my chin up.
“Fine?” he repeats, clearly not believing me.
What choice do I have? The first step is getting out of this room and then getting to Ms. Kittles. I’ll marry Luke—like sort of fake marry him, even though the vows and the church and the priest are very real . . . beside the point. Anyway, I’ll then go back to his place where I’ll get my cat and make my escape.
“Bring in the makeup and hair people and all that crap.” If I’m going to do this, I might as well look good while I do. Show Luke what he won’t be getting at the end of this night. “Oh, and a lawyer.”
“Lawyer?” Clayton asks.
“Prenup or whatever. I know how these things work.”
“There will be no divorce, hence no prenup.” He shrugs, but his face doesn't agree with his words. He’s just as against this marriage as I am.
“Stop giving me more reasons to kill your boss man,” I taunt.
