It was Nicolas.
Hold on.
What did he mean? Was he actually…asking her to marry him?
Did you forget thatyouaskedhim?her subconscious corrected.
How did he even get her phone number?
Before she could think of anything else, the phone rang. It was him. He was calling! Emily looked at it like it had grown two heads.
She stared and stared…until it stopped ringing.
Another message popped up on the screen.
Unknown:
Ignoring my calls, darling? Or are you still hungover?
Then another.
Unknown:
Either way, you have less than four hours to make your decision of whether you still need a husband. I have a flight back to New York at five p.m. sharp.
Her heart stopped beating for a concerning length of time before it started up again, thudding faster.
It really was him. Nicolas…who was crazy enough to consider moving forward with her marriage proposition.
Sure, Emily had been a bit tipsy. Or still sobering up. That had been a catalyst as to why she went about things the way she did. Regardless, she meant every word she said.
Emily wanted Nicolas to marry her. No, sheneededhim to.
Her fingers were typing out the words before she could second-guess herself.
Emily:
Where should we meet?
Emily had donethe most unthinkable of actions.
She. Had. Gotten. Married.
Married to a man she barely even knew! Well, at least not personally.
This fact should haveterrifiedher. Sealed the deal that she’dlostit after Jake’s infidelity. But she couldn’t help but be content with what had happened. The battlefield needed to be prepped. Nicolas was her dark horse in this war of revenge. And she simply had to win it.
The man was considered a “green file” according to the emergency background check Emily ran on him as soon as they got off the phone. Though, she knew someone like him could bury whatever he wanted given the amount of wealth he had. Despite all this, she didn’t care.
The dark horse she spoke of had barely spared her a glance since they’d left the courthouse. Neither did he stop his extensive footsteps. She cursed beneath her breath. Washe showing off how long his legs were? Her brain evilly hoped for him to miss a step and tumble to the ground.
As if he heard her wicked thoughts, Nicolas halted abruptly. Emily bumped into his lower back.
Is he made of brick?
He tilted his head down at her. She could see it in those whiskey-colored eyes of his that he still had his guard up.
Ditto, buddy.
