“Pay who?” he asked, brows pinching.
“Him.. them!” I said, flinging an arm back toward Johnny and the woman. “How much did it take?”
“For the wedding?”
“To make it so they wouldn’t make this go away.”
“As I was just telling the lovely Mrs. Valentine, no matter the enticement, once the ceremony is completed, we must file the paperwork.”
“Enticement,” Harrison repeated, gaze only for me.
“Is this what you do?” I asked, too hungover, too frustrated, too emotional for this conversation. My voice was getting high, pinched. “You’re so rich that the whole world is boring, so you get your rocks off by forcing women into—”
My voice caught.
Tears pricked.
There was no more fighting this.
I had to get away.
Get myself back together.
I turned to storm off.
But Harrison’s hand reached for me, wrapping gently around my wrist.
“Layna…”
There was that soft voice again.
I couldn’t stand it.
I yanked my hand free and stormed outside.
I pressed the sunglasses on my face so no one could see I was fighting off tears.
Then I turned back in the direction of the lawyer’s office.
One way or another, this was going to be done by the end of the day.
Then, well, then life could go back to normal.
CHAPTER SIX
The inside of the lawyer’s office was meat-locker cold, with a modern black and white decor, and a fancy little coffee bar that I made a beeline for after talking to the pretty blonde receptionist.
Everything about the space said ‘expensive,’ and that was exactly what I wanted.
Because an expensive attorney knew how to get shit done and fast.
I took my caramel iced coffee to a seat and stared blankly at the TV on the wall for half an hour before I was called back into the office.
Carl Center was kind of what you’d expect from a successful Vegas strip lawyer who specializes in quick fixes to whoopsie marriages. He was tall with slicked-back dark brown hair with a little pepper at the temples, brown eyes, and a suit that was expensive but not tailored.
The cufflinks?
Loud.
