“Come here.”
I shook my head no.
He grinned. “Come to me.”
Still, I shook my head no. I couldn’t move, cemented to the leather seat beneath me.
“Sophie…”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you deserve to know the truth.”
“Why are you trying to make me hate you more than I already do?”
“You don’t hate me. You just like to pretend like you do.”
“None of this is going to change my mind. After the season’s over, I want a divorce.”
He didn’t back down, and I never expected what he threatened next.
“Then you’re going to be fighting me in court.”
“Court?” I scoffed out, completely shocked and blindsided. “I did what you wanted. I married you. I signed the contract. You can’t take Ben away from me now.”
If I weren’t already sitting down, his next words would have knocked me on my ass.
With his gaze sternly focused on me, he argued, “It’s not over Ben. You’ll be fighting me in court since I have no intention of letting you go.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“You’re my wife.”
“Fake wife!”
“I don’t give a shit. I’m not giving you a divorce, Sophie.”
I sucked in air, feeling as if he’d just shot me in the chest. “But you signed the contract agreeing that you would.”
“So fucking sue me, I don’t give a shit. I can guarantee you won’t win.”
“Jax…”
“I’ve been patient with you, and I’m not a patient man. You’ve been sleeping in my bed while I’ve been sleeping on the lounge chair in our bedroom. You live in my house. You carry my last name. Bottom line—you’re mine now, whether you want to be or not.”
“You’re acting like a total caveman, Jax!”
He shrugged. “Well you can write it in your next story.”
“You shameless asshole!”
“So you’ve said. What do you want from me?”
“To give me what you agreed to in the first place. I never would have said yes to any of this if I thought for one second you wouldn’t give me a divorce in the end.”
“It’s not the end. It’s only the beginning.”
“Stop trying to say all the right things!”