Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)
“Then help me mess with him. We will find a way to make Boden pay too.”
“Fine. If Sebastian agrees to it, then okay.”
“Eek! This is just what I need tonight, a distraction!” She pulls out her phone to arrange a marriage license and prenup on short notice. Then she starts calling chapels and then her friend, Val, who will make sure everyone else shows up.
Meanwhile, I panic. Full-blown panic. “He’s never going to fall for this. He will never sign the prenup. He will never get married. He’ll get it annulled tomorrow.”
“Then, we will mess with him until tomorrow.”
I sigh and leave Oaklee alone in the bathroom and am immediately met with Sebastian.
“She’s lost it. We aren’t getting married.”
He frowns. “Why not?”
“Because it’s crazy! It won’t fix anything.”
“Maybe, maybe not. I never thought I’d get married.”
“Well, I’ve been married three times. I think that’s enough. I don’t want to get married again.”
He chuckles. “Perfect. Neither of us believes in the institution of marriage. So it will mean nothing, and we can just help out our friend. I fucked up, and I feel bad. And you want to help her. She’s a mess. She needs this. We can get it annulled or get a divorce in a few months. But tonight, I think it would help.”
“You’re mad.”
“I know.” He leans in close. “Plus, I think it will be really fun to be married to you.”
His lips brush my skin and tease me with want and desire. “I’m not fucking you just because we’re married.”
“Oh, but I think you will. It will be fun to play our own little game between just us.”
His eyes are playful and light. He has no idea I plan to destroy him—that that’s what Oaklee really wants.
I fold my arms over my chest. “You haven’t proposed, and I don’t see a ring, so until that happens, I won’t give you my answer.”
He smirks as he kneels down before me and produces a ring.
I’m stunned. How did he come up with a ring so suddenly?
“Millie Raine, will you marry me?”
“Yes.” Wait, yes? Did I just say yes?
He grins and puts the ring on my finger.
“I’m going to need another shot,” I say.
I look up at Sebastian again. “We got married in front of everyone. And then you signed the prenup papers giving me half. You were too drunk to notice them in with the marriage license.”
His jaw twitches, but he still doesn’t say anything.
“After that, we passed out drunk in the honeymoon suite, and you know the rest. The only other part you don’t know is why I kept it from you when I remembered. That was selfish. I knew I’d never be with you for real, what I had done was too terrible.
“But I was hoping to still have a tiny piece of you in my life. So I tried to change the prenup so you wouldn’t have to give me anything. I tried to keep what happened hidden, hoping we could part friends. I know it was wrong, but I just couldn’t bear to live a life without you in it. I’m sorry.”
A long silence stretches. I said what I needed to say. There is nothing left for me to say, and when it’s clear that Sebastian isn’t going to speak, I say, “I should go.”
“No.”