Colten takes my hand and tugs me to my feet before guiding me to the dining table where the lawyer is waiting.
“What paperwork?” I ask with a frown. There’s nothing I can think of that would require my signature, and he, nor Cruz, has ever asked me to sign anything before.
“Just some property I want to move into both our names rather than just mine.”
“You want to sign your assets over to me?”
“Only fifty-one percent.”
“Why?”
“Because what’s mine is yours.”
“We’re not married.”
“Yet.”
I sigh exasperatedly. “Okay, where do I sign?”
It’s easier for me to just do as he says than to keep arguing, because he’s right. Our relationship is moving toward marriage, and disputing that would only make me a liar.
The lawyer lays out several piles of documents, and after reading over the first few, I sign each one, assuming it’s more of the same.
I have nothing but time, and yet the idea of reading through these documents makes me want to curl into a ball and cry.
Please see exhibit five hundred and fifty-seven for why I can’t go into anything related to economics.
I drop the pen on top of the last document before looking up at Colten, who looks like the cat that got the cream.
Far too gleeful for someone who just signed over half their assets.
“Colten…”
He holds a hand up and turns to the lawyer, who looks unimpressed by whatever is happening here.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” He gathers the documents and moves toward theelevator as if he didn’t just drop a bomb into the middle of my life.
Before I can think through what the hell just happened and how it happened, Colten has me pinned to the edge of the table, his lips crashing down on mine.
“Should I bend you over and fuck you here, Mrs. Pierce? Or would you rather consummate our marriage in our bed?”
The word “marriage” is what snaps me out of my shock, and I catch him off guard, shoving him back just far enough for me to duck out from between him and the table.
“What the fuck did you just do?”
“Wejust got married,” he replies simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Newsflash, buddy, it’s not.
“No,wedidn’t! Is that even legally binding?”
“Sure is.” He grins.
“But we didn’t say vows or really anything at all.”
“Perks of having lawyers and judges in your back pocket, I suppose.”
I huff out a sigh and storm into the bedroom. Colten has done some very questionable things in our relationship, but this is taking it about a million steps too far.
