I keep my gaze on Quinn when I order, “Floris, go to my office to get the papers.Close the door and wait till I call you inside.”
When the door clicks shut, I close the distance between me and Quinn.Tears are now sliding down her cheeks and the way she looks at me with a mixture of utter despair, frustration, and anger makes my damn chest tighten.For the first time in my life the need to console another person arises inside me.
I reach out and cup the side of her face.“Deep down you know what’s real.Just forget about me, you, and all the shit in your life for one second and breathe.”
She swallows hard, closes her eyes, and leans into my touch.The move itself that she graces me with feels like a tight fist around my heart.
A handful of seconds pass and then she pulls back.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, then turns to the laptop to add, “Cillian emailed me a video.”
Honesty is what she gave me, a gift I gladly return.“Fucking asshole.Cillian sent me one to give a few days’ notice.He wants you as his wife, says he’s had a claim on you for years through a deal his father made with him.”
“That asshole doesn’t have any kind of claim on me.I don’t want anything to do with him.He had men give me something to knock me out so he could freaking kidnap me.There’s no way I’m ever going to marry him,” Quinn states with a load of disgust.
“Agreed.Show me the video.”
Quinn slightly tilts her head.“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
The corner of my lips twitch, and I can’t help but tease her.“Tit for tat, pussy for cock?You already felt my cock inside your pussy, and your mouth.I can’t wait to fuck your ass, but we’ll work up to it.”
She rolls her eyes.“Put a pin in the whole lust thing.It’s not what we need right now.”
“Agreed.”I reach down and adjust my cock.
Her eyes follow the movement and she licks her damn lips.Fuck.Now I can’t help but think the way that mouth felt, sucking the cum right out of me.
I clear my throat and throw out a distraction.“Marry me.”
“What?”she squeaks.“Marry you?”
Raising my voice I rumble, “Floris, give her the papers.”
My brother strides inside and hands her the papers.She takes them with wide eyes and quickly glances over them.There’s a tiny Post-it note on it from my lawyer.
Quinn’s gaze meets mine and she’s wearing a stunned expression.“You had this drawn up days ago?”
I give her a tight nod.“I reached out to my lawyer the day I found out you were pregnant.”
Her jaw practically hits the floor.“You found out at ground zero and you jumped right up to the mountaintop of marriage?Who freaking does that?You don’t even know me, or if this pregnancy will have issues, or...or...who does that?”
“Me, apparently.It wasn’t exactly on a whim.I already had a full background check on you due to the fantasy deal.Clearly, we’re a good match when it comes to sex.We might have potential for more, even if we have a fourteen-year age gap.”
Her eyebrows hit the ceiling.“Potential for more?You’re an arrogant, egocentric asshole who doesn’t have a kind word for anything or anyone.”She frowns and focusses back on the papers for a heartbeat or two before she asks, “Do you have a pen?”
Floris is helpful and offers her one while I’m still stuck on the brutal honesty she just threw out.Quinn turns to face the desk and is crossing something out and then signs the contract.
Holding it out to me she demands, “Put your initials on the crossed-out sections and then sign.I will marry you for the sake of everyone’s safety, and the fact that you’re the one who knocked me up.Though, you are going to leave the damn money out of it.It’s nonnegotiable.”
“Fine,” I grit.“But you will let me pay for the medical expenses during, and after the pregnancy.”
“Fine,” she fires back.
I take the pen and sign.
Handing them to Floris, I order, “Handle these and make the arrangements.I want it done within the hour.”Turning back to Quinn, I ask, “Please show me the video.”
A few minutes pass while we both watch the screen.
