Page 20 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

“Because you have a sick sense of humor and have spent most of my life messing with my head.” I shove the paper back toward him and get up. “Come up with a better joke next time.”

“I looked into the certificate, and it’s real.” He sighs and slumps in on himself. “Do you think I would come up with a joke that would tie us together like this? You may be growing on me, Cora, but I’m not planning on getting married to anyone anytime soon; I don’t want to be killed by your brother when he finds out that we’re married.”

I shake my head, my hands waving wildly. “Oh, no. We absolutely are not telling him about this. We are not telling anyone about this at all.”

“At least we’re on the same page about something.” He glares at me like this is my fault.

Maybe it was. Maybe I never should have agreed to go out and get a few drinks with him. I certainly never should have kissed Griffin. Frustration washes over me.

This could be my fault.

I can’t imagine that it was his idea to get married. I don’t think it would have been mine either, but he’s always disliked me more than I disliked him.

I used to try to find Griffin's redeeming qualities, the ones that made him seem less bad.

When I finally found that part of him after we kissed, the first thing I decided to do with it was to marry him.

I sigh and sit back down, leaning back in the seat and squeezing my eyes shut. “What are we going to do about this, Griffin? We are the worst people in the world to get married to each other.”

“We’re going to keep it quiet for now.” He sits taller as if this is part of the conversation he’s been waiting to have. I don’t want anyone to know that we’re married. It’s only going to cause complications until we can get this taken care of.”

“I don’t want people to know we were married… ever.”

If I didn’t know better, I would say a flash of disappointment crossed his face.

But I know better.

This is Griffin. He is a cold-blooded man without feelings. One who never wanted me around when I was a child.

Even if we are on friendlier terms now, he still doesn’t want me to be involved in his life.

And I better not get involved in his.

I want to make enough money to be free of the debt that haunts me, and then I want to leave behind all the men who have only made my life more difficult.

He has more than enough money and power to end this marriage in a flash.

Griffin takes the certificate back and locks our marriage certificate in the bottom drawer of his desk. He leans back in his seat, watching me like I’m a wild animal poised to attack.

“What?” I cross my arms, an eyebrow arching. “You look like you have a problem keeping this a secret.”

Griffin shakes his head. “No, I have a problem with whether this will create more problems between us. Do you think you'll be able to keep the marriage a secret? I see you gossiping with Kaleigh and a couple of other associates. The last thing I need is for you to spread this around the office.”

“What are you talking about? I thought we were on better terms now. Remember, we talked about being civil with each other? You’ve got to be kidding me. Screw this, Griffin. Get the damn annulment papers ready. You can get it done, right? You’re a lawyer.”

I shove the chair back as I stand and glare at him. My hands ball into fists as I spin and head for the door.

I leave his office, slamming the door shut behind me, cutting off any chance of continuing the conversation.

Right now, all I need is the damn annulment to be filed quick and painless.

I don’t want anything of his, and I doubt he would want anything of mine.

Being married to Griffin Blake is like living in a twisted fantasy and a waking nightmare.

Chapter eight

Griffin

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