Chris gazed up at the high sloped ceiling of the office space.
“They just showed up.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I couldn’t make them leave. They just ignored me. Why can’t I just not let them railroad me?” he snarled.
I stroked his arm.
“And now they’re in my house.” He glowered. “I’m going to have to buy a new one.”
“Oh,” I said breezily, “I thought you had a real emergency.”
“It is!” he protested.
I winked at him. “Don’t worry about your parents. I’ll have Gran handle it!”
49
Chris
My father called me for the sixth time that afternoon. I sent it to voicemail and buttoned my suit jacket before I helped Grace out of the car. She was dressed in a formfitting black dress that had an asymmetrical neckline.
“Your tits look amazing in the dress,” I whispered to her, my hand sliding up the side seam.
She laughed softly then rubbed her hand on my crotch.
“And your dick looks fantastic in those pants.”
I grinned and nuzzled her neck.
“We should skip this dinner.”
“I think we’re contractually obligated to be there,” Grace said, wrinkling her nose.
“Too bad.” I offered her my arm.
“Here goes having to spend the next three hours watching all the other couples be oh-so-in-love,” she said in a falsetto. “As if you can really just be in love with someone you met at the altar.”
“Yeah,” I said, feeling strange. “Glad we are honest with ourselves.”
“Absolutely!” She gave me a brilliant smile. Fireworks went off in my chest.
I think I’m in…
Nope. What Grace and I had was just a sexual relationship so that I could win an inheritance.
Eyes on the prize. I cleared my throat and straightened up.
Rainbow and Priyanka greeted us as we walked in.
“So glad you could join us!” Rainbow said as I tried to ignore the cameras hovering around the room.
“Do you like Indian food?” Priyanka asked, waving us to the table.
“Probably not great for making out right after you ate!” Teddy joked as he and Linneah took their seats.
“A blessing in disguise,” Linneah muttered under her breath.
“Trouble in wedding paradise?” Grace said out of the side of her mouth. I bit back a snicker as I poured each of us some wine.
“Here’s to a happy divorce,” I whispered back, clinking my glass to hers.
