“It’s how things happened in my life growing up.”
Sienna wipes the counter and grabs a frying pan.
“They wanted me to take over from my grandpa. I didn’t. I started my own investment firm. Grew it until it was bigger than his. He was pissed and retaliated with other business dealings. We went back and forth for years until he died. Getting married for my inheritance was his one last fuck you to me.”
“But if you get married, you win,” she points out.
“Yeah. I win.”
I win because I’ll be married to the girl of my dreams, but I don’t say that to her. She’s not ready to hear it. Not yet.
“Why Wolf Valley?” Sienna asks, changing the subject.
“Because it was the farthest from New York, both in distance and in energy. No crowds, no traffic, no noise. It’s peaceful. I’m at ease here. This is where I want to be.”
She nods and grabs the loaf of bread, buttering the slices.
“Does that bother you? My past?”
She looks up at me. “No. Why would it?”
“Because you’re doing all this for love, and I’m doing it for revenge.”
“No. I understand your reasons. I wish you hadn’t grown up like that, but I can’t change it.”
Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Maybe I shouldn’t involve her in my plan. I know my family, and I know they’ll be cruel to her because of her last name and her size.
At the same time, I can’t let her go. I’m already in over my head with her, and I can’t imagine marrying anyone else. Pretend or otherwise.
“Blender?” Sienna asks.
I blink, standing to fetch it for her.
She makes us grilled cheese and pulls the vegetables from the oven to blend them with cream.
“Grilled cheese and tomato soup,” she says, smiling happily as she slides my food in front of me.
“Looks delicious.”
“But how does it taste? That’s the most important part!”
Sienna slides onto the stool next to me, and it hits me then how perfect this all feels. She fits into my home, into my life so perfectly. She was made for me; I know it for a fact as we eat our lunch.
I want Sienna. Not for a few days. Not as pretend.
I want her to be my wife for real, and I’ll burn the whole world down before I ever let her go.
Now I need to convince my fake fiancé that this is the real deal.
SEVEN
Sienna
I wakeup the next morning with Heath wrapped around me. His arms are curled around my waist, and he’s spooning me. My ass is tucked against his cock.
His hard cock.
I replay what happened yesterday morning, and my body warms at the memory. For a moment, I want to do a repeat performance, but I control myself.
