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"Long enough for the union to be seen as legitimate by my father. Long enough for him to have signed over the company to me."
"And if I’m not pregnant?"
He blinks as if that possibility didn’t occur to him. "Well, then, I can simply pump you full of my cum until you are."
I wince. "Must you be so crude?"
"Just stating a fact." He looks around, then heads inside.
"What are you doing?"
"Since you don’t seem inclined to pack, thought I might do it for you."
He steps into the hallway, looks around, then heads in the direction of my bedroom.
“Wait, how did you know which room was mine?” I burst out.
In reply, he wrenches open the door and steps inside. I rush behind him, and when I enter the room, it’s to find him picking up my bottle of perfume from the dressing table and sniffing it. "Roses, with notes of caramel; all I had to do was follow the scent.”
"Give that back." I go to snatch it, but he holds it out of reach. "Unusual combination."
"I’m an unusual woman."
"I’ll give this back if you hold out your left hand."
"Wh-a-a-t?" I manage to keep my jaw from dropping. "I’m not doing any such thing."
"In which case…" he begins to pocket the bottle and I almost stomp my feet. This man has the power to piss me off like no one else.
"Give me back my perfume," I hiss.
"Hold out your left hand first," he growls.
I hesitate.
His glare deepens. "I could order you to do it and we both know you’ll obey me. So, can we both stop pretending you’re not going to do what I want?"
I stiffen, attempt to hold his gaze for a few seconds more, then huff. I hold up my left hand, palm outstretched. He places the bottle back on the dressing table, then slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out a ring. A ring? What the—? I begin to pull back my hand, but he’s caught it in his. He turns my palm over and slips the ring onto my finger.
"Oh, my god!" There’s a gasp from the doorway. I turn to find Mira staring.
"It’s not what it seems." I attempt to pull back my hand, but he tugs on my arm. I fall into him.
He wraps his arm about my waist, then turns to face her. "It’s exactly what it seems.”
"Are the two of you engaged?" Mira cries.
"No, we’re not," I protest.
"Yes, we are," he says at the same time.
I scowl up at him. He looks down at me with a bland expression on his features. "The wedding will be five days."
"Five days?" I exclaim in horror.
"Five days?" Mira scoffs. "Who gets married so quickly after the engagement?"
The Bosshole does, apparently. Only, I’m not having it. I try to wriggle away, but his hold around me tightens. I’m hauled against him so I can feel every hard plane of his body dig into my side. "What are you doing?" I hiss.
