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“Of course I’m marrying her for the right reasons,” Isaac said. Though even as he said the words, he felt plagued by guilt and doubt.The right reasons.
Still. It was done now. And he did have reasons for the marriage. Even if Montague wouldn’t have seen them as the right ones.
*
“Aunt Meg?” he said into his cell phone as he stood outside the bar. “Guess what?”
Aunt Meg gave a hacking cough, then, with about as much interest as a pig had in taking a bath, she said: “What?”
He took a deep breath, then, enjoying the phrase immensely, he said: “I’m married.”
There was a brief pause, and then Aunt Meg burst out laughing. Finally, she composed herself. “Well, guess what?” she said in return. “I put the ranch on the market yesterday, and it’s already been sold.”
Isaac swallowed.No. This can’t be true. “For how much?”
His aunt snorted. “Five million dollars.”
Chapter Sixteen
PEACH
Imaginebeingsorichyou could make an entire mansion into a honeymoon suite.
And yet… Peach had five million dollars. Shewasrich enough to own a mansion. It was a funny feeling. But she guessed, if she was going to give the money to charity, that it didn’t make her rich.
So why was it that she kept being so attracted to Isaac’s wealth? Was it so wrong of her? She’d spent all those years living in squalor, with barely a cent to her name, scraping by on shitty scraps of food, wearing clothes she’d had for a million years. Was itsobad to enjoy a little luxury?
She and Teddy stepped into the mansion, her heart racing.
According to tradition, Isaac should have carried her over the threshold into this place. But their wedding had been anything but traditional. And there was something quite exciting about going in here on her own, to discover what Isaac had set up for her. Then waiting for him to come find her.
What had happened between them at the bar was unexpected. She was a tangle of contradictions right now. She knew that she needed to do the right thing once the money was in her bank. And that Isaac probably wouldn’t support her actions. She was preparing herself for the fact their marriage was getting annulled. Trying to protect herself from the disappointment of that by convincing herself that Isaac wasn’t right for her in the first place.
But… getting married today. It just felt so freaking special. It felt even more special than that. It was the best day of her entire life. Seeing him in that tux. Saying those beautiful vows to her. Dancing with him. Herhusband. And then, wearing that naughty underwear while he made her his.
She shuddered just thinking about it. Her pussy ached for him. Her heart longed for him. It was just her head that told her to slow the heck down.
But now that she was entering the honeymoon mansion, her heart was telling her head to eff off all over again. He’d thought of everything. The wedding venue had been decorated in pink, but this place was all red. Red petals strewn across the floor, leading up the enormous staircase in swirling, inviting patterns. As she followed them, she passed ice sculptures of swans with red gems pressed into them, their necks bowed into the shape of hearts. She saw red balloons and red candles and more red roses than she could count.
“What do you think, Teddy?” she asked. “Pretty nice, eh?”
The wedding had been decorated like a wedding for show, but this place was just for them. So why had Isaac gone so overboard? If the wedding was fake, then the honeymoon was entirely unnecessary. Unless he really did like her…
She couldn’t allow herself to entertain that thought, though. She knew he’d been a good Daddy to her. That he’d taken responsibility for her welfare while their agreement was in place. But deep down, she really was just Peach Trimble. The poor girl from the bad part of town. Plump and plain and kind of silly. And Isaac was… Isaac. A buff billionaire. Able to sleep with whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, in whatever damn way he wanted.
Most likely, she was a novelty for him. An overweight girl with a funny accent and a bad education. Maybe he was checking off a box: fucking Cinderella. And maybe she was checking off a box too:doing itwith the handsome Prince.
It’s just… it had felt like so much more than that.
She climbed the staircase all the way to the top, with Teddy following right behind. This mansion wasn’t as full of personality as hers, and it wasn’t as grand as his, but it was dripping with potential. Amazing views of the ocean out of just about every window. Wide open spaces and incredible details. She had visions of how exciting it would be to turn it into something together. A project for them. A family home.
Did she really just think that?
She followed the rose petals into a grand bedroom and discovered a large four-poster bed with rose petals scattered onto it in the shape of a heart. This man really had gone all out on the wedding night fantasy. And for one night only, she wanted to go along with that fantasy too.
“Don’t look, Teddy,” she whispered.
But Teddy had already found a sunny spot by the window, and he curled up happily, going straight to sleep. It always amazed her how quickly and easily he did that.
