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If Keely really wanted to, she could let Ash take care of her for the rest of her life, and I’m willing to bet Ash would actually do it.
Instead, she’s sitting at my table.
Negotiating.
Because she has a spine. She has ambition. That burning passion in her, that’s what I want.
That’s what I need to lift me up from the drudgery of my life.
“Four months,” she says finally. “I’ll be your wife for four months, and if I hate it at the end, I’m going to divorce you. Which is basically certain right now.”
I touch my lips as if considering then shake my head. “Five months,” I counter. “That’s my best offer.”
She takes deep breaths through her nose, looking like her head’s about to explode. But finally, she nods once. “Five months.”
“During those five months, you will live with me. You will work with me while also getting your business established. I’ll give you whatever you want, from clothes to cars to cash for the shop. You will sleep in my bed. You will perform your wifely duties.”
“I’m not having sex with you,” she says sharply.
“I won’t force you, but we both know you will.”
I’m afraid she’ll get to her feet and walk. Her eyes are wide, her lips are pressed together, and I think I’ve pushed her to the limit.
It’s a dangerous game, negotiating a marriage.
But finally, she shoves a hand at me. “Five months. I’ll be your wife. You’ll give me what I ask for. Do we have a deal?”
“We do,” I say, shaking. “And we’re starting tonight.”
Chapter14
Keely
Iregret it the second I shake his hand.
It’s by far the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I might as well find the tallest bridge I can and jump off. It’d be easier and less painful to plummet for a few seconds before smashing myself to bits on the concrete.
Instead, I just agreed to marry Nolan.
To be his wife for five months.
While in three months, he’ll know I’m pregnant.
If I’m lucky and he doesn’t find out sooner.
Then what will happen? He’ll know I hid it from him, that’s for sure.
I have no idea how he’s going to react, and I’m terrified to find out.
But I can worry about that later.
Because the big, crazy bastard releases my hand, stands, and comes around the table, walking toward me.
I scramble to my feet. “What do you mean, we’re starting tonight?” I back away from him. “I’m going home tonight. I’m sleeping in my apartment. Then, in the morning—”
He catches my arm, holding tight. “And risk you changing your mind? I don’t think so.”
“Let go of me.”
