Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

He nods.

“Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draw up a prenup to protect us both, and then we can get married anytime after that. I don’t want a big affair. I just want the legal marriage so that I can face the world again. But you will have to stay loyal to me. I don’t do cheating even if this is a temporary arrangement. It won’t last forever anyway. I expect, after a year, we can quietly divorce, and I can marry someone else and have a kid or two.”

“I would never cheat on you.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s not what I’ve heard. I’ve heard you have cheated on plenty of women.”

He scoots closer to me on the couch. “I. Don’t. Cheat. On. Anyone. And. Especially. Not. You. Occasionally, women I have been with cheat on their husbands or fiancés with me, but I never do the cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat on Wes, if that is what you are implying. I broke up with him first.”

He smiles. “I’m not calling you a cheater either.”

“Have you ever been in a committed relationship with a woman before?” I ask.

He laughs. “Of course I have. What do you think I’ve been doing these last few weeks? I’ve been committed to you.”

“To breaking me and Wes up.”

He nods and leans back a little, like he’s preparing for me to slap him. And, although I’ve had the urge to do just that many times in the past, I don’t have the urge at the moment.

Maybe it’s because he just gave me two of the best orgasms of my life. Maybe it’s because, when this conversation is over, I want to see if he has anything else up his sleeve.

Whatever the reason, I no longer feel like slapping him, but I don’t want to let him know that. I like that he feels like he should always be on alert when he’s around me. I like having that control.

“Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?” I ask.

“Other than having you tied up in my bed all day, I don’t have anything on the agenda.”

I smile. “Good. You can do that—after we get married.”

He grins and then leans forward and kisses me, letting me know he’s ready for another round if I am.

But all I can think is, I can’t believe my crazy plan is working. Now, the only thing I need to do to keep this plan working is to not fall in love with him. That should be easy, right?

I look in the mirror at myself in my wedding dress. I’m not the type of woman who dreamed of what my wedding day would look like. What I would wear or even whom I would marry. But, if I had imagined what I would wear, this is what I would have imagined.

A simple, light white dress with a little bit of lace but not enough to overpower the dress. It’s long but doesn’t have a train, so it will be easy to wear on the beach. I’m not wearing shoes, which is how I prefer it so that I can walk barefoot on the beach. And, other than a couple of witnesses the minister is bringing, no one will be there to watch us get married.

The man, on the other hand, is nothing like I would have imagined ever marrying. I figured the only way I would ever marry was if the man had really convinced me of his love and if I thought that love would last. I never thought I would get married out of lust or a need to fix things.

I hear a rattling on my door, and I walk over to it and open it to find my lawyer standing there.

“You look beautiful,” Chance says, looking me up and down in my dress.

“Thank you. Were you able to get the prenup written up?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t finished it. It’s just as we discussed. But I know you will want a chance to read it over all the same.”

“Thank you. I trust you, but I could never sign something I didn’t read over with my own eyes.”

“That’s why I enjoy working with you so much. You take your business and life into your own hands.”

Chance hands me the papers, and I take them over to my table and begin reading through everything. It takes me a good half hour to thoroughly read over everything. Chance waits in the living room while I read in my office. I make one small change, but otherwise, everything looks to be exactly as I wanted.

I hear another knock at my door, and I glance at the clock in my bedroom. It’s a good thing I was ready prior to my lawyer coming over.

I glance in the mirror one last time. I left my hair down in loose curls and kept my makeup natural-looking. Everything is still in place, so I walk quickly to the door and open it to see Asher standing in the doorway.