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I cock an eyebrow at him as another airdrop appears on my screen. “Really?”
He shrugs, looking down at his phone. “Thought you might like a challenge. Or you can be a trophy wife who shops and visits spas during the days while I work. Whatever you want to do.”
I shake my head, but I scroll down to get a look at the campus, anyway. It’s nice, and a couple of the spotlighted classes do look interesting.
“I thought you were over there working,” I state.
“I was. Working on making my wife happy.”
I shoot him a look. He grins and winks at me.
Before I can say any more, I hear the front door close and my gaze jerks up. I know who it will be before anyone enters the room, but I still feel relieved when it’s Jonathan who comes sauntering in and not someone even more uninvited.
Glancing from me to his dad, he says, “You could hear a fucking pin drop in here. Are you two already out of shit to talk about, or did I interrupt something?”
“We were just debating whether I should contribute something to society or live a luxurious life as a kept woman.”
“Got it. Well, if you want my two cents—”
“I don’t.”
Jonathan goes on as if I haven’t spoken. “—Why not both?”
“Of course that’s your answer,” Milo says dryly.
He shrugs unapologetically. “She won’t be hot forever. When her physical charms fade, she’ll need to have a well-exercised brain or you’ll get bored.” He glances at me. “Take advantage of having a sugar daddy to pay for it and take some classes. Get a degree. Maybe you’ll use it later, maybe you won’t, but at least you’ll have it. I’m an advocate that after high school, everyone should spend some time in college or a similarly educational setting, regardless of what they do in life. Why waste your potential? Plus, life’s too short to spend it being a dumbass.”
“Such wisdom,” I say dryly. “Maybe I’ll skip college and you can be my teacher.”
“Sure. You can have all my old textbooks. But I don’t work for free,” he says with a wink. “We can talk about your payment plan later.”
“Ugh.” I turn to drop my measuring cup in the sink. “That’s no way to talk to your future stepmother.”
“Ew, don’t be gross,” he says.
When I look back and see him grimacing, I realize he doesn’t know we’re engaged.
I don’t know why I feel a little queasy at the thought, or why I feel so uneasy searching for the words.
He won’t care. We went over this. He’s totally fine with me and his dad…
I still find myself speechless for the second time today as I hold up my left hand to let the sparkly diamond do the talking for me.
I watch his face as his gaze catches on it, but other than a slight widening of his eyes, I can’t read his reaction. His dark eyebrows rise and he nods slowly as he processes, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
His gaze flickers to his dad who is also watching him closely. “Huh. I guess congratulations are in order.”
Milo clears his throat. “We were going to tell you at dinner.”
“Right. Sorry,” I murmur. We were going to tell “the boys,” but I didn’t think we would have to tell Jonathan separately. I guess we didn’thave to, I justdid.
My chest feels fluttery and tight at the same time. The cavity seems to shrink as Jonathan walks closer. My eyes widen as he grabs my wrist, but he’s just taking a closer look at the ring.
He’s so close, though.
Too close.
I can smell his cologne and it reminds me of his bed sheets.
