I don’t like her dismissive attitude. I hate being ignored, but this is what I want. Isn’t in? If we continue on like this, we’ll be able to make the six-month mark with ease. Knowing that still doesn’t stop me from crossing the room to get to her.
“What the fuck are you looking at that’s so interesting.”
“House hunting,” she announces like it’s normal to house hunt the day after your wedding. “Since I’m just a trophy wife in name only, there’s no point in us living together in your empty ass house.”
It ensures my dad can’t get to you.
“Read your prenup, we live as a normal married couple.”
“Most married couples of our stature have more than one home, right?”
“Right,” I concede.
“So you stay here and I can go to our other house.”
“You’re proposing a separation on the second day of marriage?”
“Is it?” I hate the high-pitched tone she uses for the question. “I mean you said at our wedding we aren’t an actual couple, so we can’t separate.”
I chew the inside of my jaw to keep from losing my shit. “You know I can block most of your transactions.”
“Which is why I’d be Jagger’s neighbor.”
“You really think my best friend will help you?”
“Your best friend now has a wife.”
“As long as you’re Mrs. Hale-”
She holds up a finger to stop my sentence. “I’m still L
eClaire. I haven’t changed my name and I don’t plan on it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You got me fucked up if you think I’m changing my name for a ‘name only’ marriage to a guy who doesn’t respect my decisions.” She checks her watch and bounces out of her chair. “You almost made me late for spin class.”
She walks her tight yoga pants and sports bra wearing ass out the door leaving me to stare after her.
It won’t be easy for her to find her keys next time.
Chapter 14
Oran
“Have you seen my keys, Hell?” Karessa calls out from the living room where she’s pulling cushions off the couch.
Yup. They’re in my safe and you don’t know the code.
“No!” I yell my lie as I make myself some popcorn. She doesn’t know it yet, but we will have a movie night.
All week we’ve been fucking up each other’s daily lives. No meals for me. I called to cancel her nails, hair, and spa appointments. She boxed my trophies. I took the tires off her car. She used one of my cars. I told Jagger to keep Ainslee busy to block her move. She put little padlocks on all my suits and forced me to go to work dressed casually until I could pick up my dry cleaning during lunch. Now, I’ve thrown all the car keys in my safe.
While it’s fun, I would like to just relax tonight. No. I need to relax tonight.
Grabbing the popcorn, some candy, and a bottle of alcohol, I make my way into the living room. Karessa glares at me as I set the items on the table then fix the cushions she messed up with her search.
“You hid them, didn’t you?” She accuses me.