He’s agreed. I don’t know why. What does he get out of this? Not much. At least, not much that he’s making clear. Maybe he thinks I’m going to fuck him every night that we’re married. I’m going to h
ave to put that in the rules—no fucking. That’s the only way our ‘marriage’ is going to survive.
“One year?” I ask.
He cocks his head with a sly look. He can sense my fear. I know he’s dying to know the truth, why I want to stay married to him, but I’m not revealing anything.
“Six months,” he counters.
“Deal.” I’ll take him for as long as I can get. Six months gives me plenty of time to figure out a solution.
“Where do you live?” he asks.
“I share an apartment with Oaklee.”
“Then I guess you are moving in with me. There is no way in hell I’m living with Oaklee. She’s a diva.”
I laugh, thinking about all the makeup and hair products everywhere in our apartment. Her needing her sparkling water and special protein shakes every morning. And how she complains about me being messy.
“She’s definitely a diva. Where do you live?”
“I have my own apartment downtown. On 9th street. Does that work for you?”
“Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good, I have plenty of furniture. So you can either keep your stuff at Oaklee’s or put it in storage. I’ll make sure there is closet space for you.”
“How generous of you.”
“Own any pets?”
“No, you?”
“Nope. I don’t have a spare parking space.”
“I don’t have a car, so I won’t be needing one.”
“Night owl or early riser?”
“Night owl.”
He frowns.
“Let me guess; you’re an early riser?”
He nods.
“What is your rent?” I ask.
“You don’t need to worry about paying rent.”
“I want to. Oaklee can easily cover the rent on the old place. And after our marriage is dissolved, I won’t be moving back anyway. So I can cover my fair share. It’s the least I can do since you are agreeing to this.”
“Really, it’s not a problem,” he tries to assure me.
“Will you just tell me what your rent is?”
“Two thousand.”