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He wasn’t going to get on his knees and propose to this woman. She shouldn’t be in a hurry to get married. If she was just looking to date, he’d told her he wanted to see her again.
The entire situation infuriated him.
Blake wasn’t letting her leave until she gave him the answers he wanted.
Bella sighed and walked to sit down on one of his cream-colored sofas. She placed her handbag on the floor and pulled out some documents, unfolding them.
What the hell?
“I am getting married,” Bella announced.
Blake reared back. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
What the hell was she doing here having dinner with him then? Kissing him. Being with him.
“I just don’t know who to. If you want to know anymore, then I need you to sign this.”
She didn’t knowwho?
The fuck was going on here?
After dragging his angry eyes from hers, Blake glanced at the document she held out. Then his gaze landed back on her.
“What the fuck, Bella?”
“I can’t tell you a single thing. Please, at least look at it,” she pleaded.
Jesus.
“Fucking kaleidoscope, Bella. Fucking kaleidoscope.” He took the sheet and ran his eyes across it.
It was immediately clear the document was an NDA—a non-disclosure agreement. It looked pretty standard. He’d signed a number of them in his career.
“You are under no obligation to sign it, but unless you do, I cannot tell you anything,” Bella reiterated. “Just to be clear, I’m not seeing anyone, Blake. But I am getting married. It’s...complicated.”
“Clearly,” he said, looking between her and the NDA. “Want to give me a hint?”
She shook her head.
Fuck.
He wanted to rip the thing in half and kick her out the door.
He also wanted to drag her into his bedroom and demand she stop this insanity. Whatever it was.
Curiosity got the better of him.
If she was any other woman, he would have told her to get the fuck out. In fact, if she was any other woman, he probably wouldn’t have given a fuck. Wished her well after asking if she was keen on one last blow job.
Blake took one last look at her big, soft, green eyes, then crossed the room to a drawer and pulled out a pen.
He scribbled his signature on it.
Walking back, he sat on the sofa opposite Bella, dropped the NDA on the coffee table between them, and lifted his ankle onto his knee.
“Well, then. Let’s uncomplicate this, shall we? Who the hell are you?” Blake asked.
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