Page 149 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Who said we’re lying?” He stared at me blankly, and I floundered for something to say.

“Um. Me? I don’t remember getting proposed to.”

“Of course you don’t.” Prudence’s grin grew wicked. “You were the one that proposed to me.”

All the words and promises I’d made at the prison came rushing back all at once. I suppose, in a way I had proposed.

“Oh.” I flushed bright red. I could feel how tingly my cheeks had become as I heard Martin’s muffled voice behind us. I didn’t regret what I’d said, but I also…felt weirdly disappointed.

It must’ve showed on my face because the twinkle in Prudence’s eyes softened. “Did you want a proposal?” He cocked his head to the side, and I squirmed.

“Even Hunter proposed.”

Prudence’s eyes grew hot and angry, his lips thinning as his casual posture grew rigid.

“You didn’t tell me that.”

I sniffed, pretending like that choice had been totally intentional. “You don’t know everything.”

“Apparently.” He eyed me contemplatively, then relaxed. “Fine.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

I wasn’t sure I liked where this conversation was going. “What does that mean?” It wasn’t like him to give up so easily.

“I’ll just have to propose better.” His eyes flashed, like he was daring me to argue. “And then—I’ll kill him.”

“No killing Hunter!” I commanded, breathlessly. Before I could argue further, Martin returned. He handed over ice-cold water bottles—which I guzzled enthusiastically—and a wooden board covered in…meats? Cheese? I wasn’t sure what to describe it as. Everything looked very fancy—and very expensive.

When I asked, Martin called it a Char-coochie board, or something like that, but I was too hungry to care what body part the thing was named after.

I didn’t want to look weird while eating, so I waited to see what Prudence would do. He was the one with the fancy-ass upbringing after all. Obviously, I shouldn’t have worried about how I looked, because he began devouring the tray, shoving everything into his mouth with no rhyme or reason to it, like he always did.

Martin looked a bit horrified, but he hid the expression quickly.

The rest of the meeting was boring. I lost half of the conversation, focusing on sneaking crackers from the tray before Prudence ate fucking everything. It was only at the end, long after I was forced to sign a bunch of shit, that I realized what was happening.

“Congratulations,” Martin said, straightening the stack of papers with a happy smile. “Let me know if you have any questions.”

He ushered us out of the office, and I stared at Prudence confused, and suspicious. Before we could exit the building he paused inside the massive lobby. I was momentarily distracted by the chandelier again before he tugged me toward one of the bank tellers that lined the wall.

“Check the balance,” he commanded when it was our turn.

“What?”

“Check the balance in the account,” he repeated, brow twitching. “Did you not pay attention to anything we just did?”

“No,” I answered honestly, my heart fluttering as I stepped up to the teller with a nervous smile. “Uh, hi.”

Prudence saved me from myself, thank god, and when the woman passed me a little sheet of paper that detailed the amount of money in the account I nearly threw up the crackers I’d just eaten. My brow scrunched in confusion.

“This is—” I shook my head. “This is too much.” It didn’t make sense. This wasn’t part of the deal. And then I relaxed, because I saw the name at the top of the paper. Ah. “Ohhhh this is your account.”

“No.”

“No?” What did he mean, no? “What do you mean, no?” I repeated, confused. Prudence pointed to the top of the paper and my eyes bugged out of my head as I noticed my name right below his.

“It’s our account.”

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