I thought back to this morning.
“I may have been a bit grouchy.”
“Dude,” Josh said, shaking his head. “You don’t want a situation where she hates you so much that she goes after your money.”
“Also,” his half brother Beck added, “you need to bring her to the TechBiz event tomorrow.”
“Uh, no I don’t.”
“You’re supposed to convince your grandfather’s friend Horace to invest the endowment he manages for his family’s foundation in your hedge fund. You did not secure it at the wedding you were at over the weekend,” Greg said, pen running down his notepad.
“I had a lot going on,” I growled, trying not to think about how I had spent the majority of that evening staring at Grace.
“We need the cash for our next big project. That is, if you still want in.”
“I do.”
“Horace is very family oriented,” Beck reminded me. “Everyone knows now that you’re married, for real.”
“Shit.”
“If you show up without your wife, Horace is going to be very disappointed in you and give you an earful, and more importantly, not give you any money.”
I ran a hand over my forehead.
“This type of activity is veering dangerously into the acting-like-a-wife territory,” Hunter warned. “The more you treat her like a wife and call her that in public, the more likely it is that a judge will award her some percentage of your assets.”
“We need a fail-safe,” I said, “to make sure that if she goes rogue, we have a way to keep her under control. Can you guys dig up some dirt on her?”
“We’ll see what we can find,” Josh said. “But you have to hold up your end and not piss her off.”
Easier said than done.
17
Grace
Stupid Chris.
I hadn’t had a relaxing morning since moving in with Gran and Zeus. When I lived in the apartment, my mornings consisted of the parrot screeching at the morning show on TV and Gran rambling on about my horoscope while I tried to drink my tea and plan out my day.
Even though Chris had kicked me out of his bedroom…
It’s for the best.
…I had still been planning to make the most of being in his luxurious, spacious penthouse. I had just set up my laptop on the terrace when I heard his alarm go off. It kept going off every ten minutes for the next hour and a half while I sipped my tea, filled out my planner, and answered emails until finally I hadn’t been able to take it anymore.
Stupid Chris.
“Married life does not seem to be agreeing with you,” Brea commented as I walked into the office after calling the moving company to come pick up my stuff.
“It’s because she’s not experiencing all that married life has to offer!” Amy joked.
“I do not want to sleep with Chris,” I said grumpily as I set my bag down on the long reclaimed-wood table in the sunlight-filled office.
“Lies, and damned lies,” Sophie said cheerfully.
“Fine. I wouldmaybeconsider sleeping with him if there were no other options around.”
