“I just want her that much,” Paul snapped, “that’s it.”
Wynd and Devon exchanged looks again, and Paul was tempted to start cracking his knuckles.
“I’m not the type to lie,” Paul growled.
“I can’t recall either of us implying anything like that,” Devon pointed out in amusement.
“She had conditions,” Paul bit out, “and it included marriage. That’s it.”
Wynd looked at him solemnly. “If I could give you one piece of advice—”
“Keep it.”
“Stop being in denial.”
“I’m not in fucking denial.”
Truly.
This wedding of theirs was him simply agreeing to pay the price of owning her body.
That was it.
This was another marriage of convenience, of billionaires like him entered into marriages of conveniences all the time.
The fact that his chest felt tight every time he thought about her meant nothing.
The fact that he’d invited Star and Wynd specifically because Andie had mentioned finding the Bible meant nothing.
The fact that he’d spent the entire night unable to sleep, his mind replaying every expression that had crossed her face, every sound she’d made, every word she’d spoken—
Wynd and Devon’s phones started buzzing the same time.
Fuck.
Paul started walking.
Fast.
He didn’t have to hear a single word.
He already knewwhowere calling his friends.
Andwhy.
Paul could feel his blood turning cold even as he continued walking.
He still wasn’t convinced that he loved her.
But the moment he thought of never ever seeing Andromeda again—
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He caught a glimpse of ivory silk disappearing around a corner.
Andromeda.
SHE WAS HEADING FORthe stairs, and he...
