His jaw drops open, and his eyes widen when he sees me in my dress. “There are not enough words to describe how beautiful you look right now.”
“You look very nice as well,” I say, staring at the muscles of his chest.
There’s just enough manly hair peeking out from beneath his nicely pressed dress shirt that he’s kept unbuttoned at the top. He rolled up the sleeves and is wearing khaki pants and sandals.
He raises an eyebrow, as he always does when he is about to say something snarky. “Nice? I look better than nice. I look hot, and you know you want to jump my bones before you even marry me.”
I shake my head. “Business first.”
He pouts. “Not even—”
I swat his hand away that reached out to try and grab my ass. “First, we sign the prenup and then get married. If I still like you, you can fuck me.”
“I’d better hurry and make sure all the legal parts are covered then. I don’t want to get in the way of the fucking,” Chance says, smiling.
I frown even though I’ve been friends with Chance forever, and he works for me on many occasions. I still don’t like him joking about me and Asher fucking.
Chance and Asher exchange knowing glances before I head to my office to grab the prenup papers. When I come back, I get straight down to business, not wanting to wait any longer to get this part over with.
I place the papers on my dining table, and Chance takes them.
“It’s a standard prenup that basically says that when—”
I glare at Chance. I haven’t told anyone of my plan, and even though I know that our marriage is going to end in divorce, I don’t like others implying it already. Even Chance.
“I mean, if you two decide to dissolve the marriage, it basically states that you will each keep your own property and money that you earned before the marriage and during. Sloane has already read it over, but if you’d like to have a quick read through it,” Chance says, sliding the papers over to where Asher is standing.
“Do you have a pen?” Asher asks.
Chance smiles as he looks at me, like he knows I’m marrying an idiot who doesn’t even read a contract before he signs it. But then Asher comes from a different world. Other than whatever contract he signed with his agent, I doubt he has ever signed anything of importance.
Chance hands Ash
er a pen, and then he points to the first spot that Asher needs to sign. “You need to sign here and then initial every page. Then, sign again at the end.”
Asher does so without reading a single word on any page and then hands the pen to me. “There is no backing out after this. I guess we will just have to learn to trust each other.”
I take the pen and quickly sign everywhere that I’m supposed to.
Chance takes the papers and scans them, making sure everything is in order. “So, when’s the wedding?” he asks.
I cock my head to the side as I look at Chance.
“I’m kidding. Go get married, you two crazy lovebirds. I know that I’m not invited, but I’m sure I’ll see you again soon,” Chance says as he begins heading toward the door.
“That’s because no one is invited. It’s more romantic that way,” I say.
“I’m sure it is,” Chance answers before letting himself out of my apartment.
“Was that a stab at me, saying that our marriage won’t last?” Asher asks.
“Yes. I didn’t tell him the truth. He just has his suspicions. Why, do you think this marriage is going to last?” I ask.
Asher hesitantly touches my arm, running his fingers slowly up my arm, like he’s trying to decide if I’m real. If what we are about to do is really happening. And then he firmly grabs my arm, pulling me to him until our lips clash together and then kiss. My tongue slips into his mouth almost automatically, like I’ve been kissing him for years instead of only hours.
He smells of cologne, which I find strange but also so enticing on him. When I had him yesterday, he smelled of salt and ocean. Now, he smells like a man who spends his days in an office instead of out on the beach. I don’t know which I like more—this cleaned up version or the dressed down version on the beach. No, I prefer the naked version who likes to take control in bed.
The part that made me want to marry him in the first place was knowing that I would get to fuck him every night while we were together. That’s what makes this all worthwhile for me.