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I watch as she gets out of bed, hips swaying, exaggerating her walk. “I could stare at your ass all day, you know.”
She grins back at me. “Pervert.”
“If wanting to fuck my wife makes me a pervert, then lock me up.”
She laughs and turns on the shower.
Chapter18
Keely
Ishouldn’t be happy. I shouldn’t be smiling, wearing designer jeans that make my ass look like heaven, wearing a silk blouse that costs as much as my rent, wearing shoes that make my legs look like they never end. I shouldn’t be grinning at myself in the mirror, almost unable to recognize the girl grinning back.
Except Nolan fucked me into submission. Despite myself. For now, anyway, until my stupid happy post-fucked brain clears up and I can think again.
“Coming?” he asks, studying me from the doorway to the bedroom. “He’s already downstairs.”
That shuts down my good mood. Nolan’s got a knack for that. “We shouldn’t keep him waiting then.”
We head to the dining room on the ground floor. Nolan’s lawyer friend, Gareth Kane, is sitting alone at a booth, drinking coffee, with a stack of papers at his elbow.
He’s a good-looking man in his thirties, fit and tan. I don’t know what I expected, but it’s definitely not this. “Hello, Keely, it’s nice to meet you.” Gareth smiles as he shakes my hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Kane.”
“Call me Gareth.” He greets Nolan next, the two alpha jackasses briefly engaging in a contest of who can squeeze hardest, until they break apart. I have a feeling this meeting is going to be a pain already.
Nolan drags me into the booth beside him. Gareth smiles at us, hands folded on the table. “Well, I’ll admit, when Nolan called I didn’t expect such an unusual request.”
“What sort of requests does he normally reach out to you with?” I ask, smiling playfully.
Gareth shrugs. “Murder. Larceny. That sort of thing.”
My smile fades, but Nolan laughs. “Don’t scare the girl. We’ve only just been married.”
“Actually, I think it’s my duty to scare her, at least a little bit.” Gareth picks up the papers and straightens them. “This is the prenuptial agreement. Don’t worry that you’re already married, it won’t matter. I’ve kept everything more or less boilerplate, except for where Nolan directed otherwise. Would you like to see it?”
I shrug, accepting the stack of papers. “Even if I read this whole thing, which isn’t gonna happen, I’m not sure I’d understand half the legalese.”
“That’s the problem with this sort of thing,” Nolan says, leaning back. “We like to pretend as though the law were clear and accessible, but it’s really not. Then world’s split up into two classes—those that can afford a lawyer to parse it all out, and those that get fucked if they can’t.”
Nolan laughs. “Said like a true lawyer. Tell her what the thing says then. Don’t hold back on my account.”
Gareth inclines his head. “The document’s straightforward. It lays out some guidelines for divorce proceedings, namely that there will be none before five months.” He clears his throat. “Which wouldn’t be enforceable in court, by the way.”
“Don’t tell her that,” Nolan says, looking at his nails like this is boring him to death.
“It’s true though. He can’t actually force you to stay married to him.” Gareth’s staring at me with some concern in his expression. “You understand what you’re doing, don’t you?”
“Thank you, but I’m aware of how weird this situation is.”
Gareth gestures like that’s no big deal. “I’ve seen stranger. I’ve beeninvolvedin stranger. But what I mean is, you know what this man is, don’t you?”
I glance at Nolan. “An asshole?”
“He means, you know that I’m a gangster.” Nolan sighs and gives Gareth a hard look. “She’s aware, thank you.”
“As her lawyer, I’m just making sure.”
