Page 12 of A Moment Of Forever

“I’m only here to see what exactly you’re offering, Mr. Davenport.”

He smirked, then lifted a folder that sat on a wrought iron table next to him.

“A life with me. The details you’ll find here.”

He offered the folder, and Vanessa’s eyes dropped to it, lingering there for a long moment. Taking it in her hands, she smiled and shook her head, opening the binder to read the contents.

Her orbs covered the form, pausing once at: at any time, Vanessa Monroe feels Jeremiah Davenport hasn’t held up his end of the bargain when it comes to the matters of her heart, she is free to dissolve the marriage, taking everything he financially owns.

And again at: at no point in time is Jeremiah Davenport eligible to possess a single cent of Vanessa Monroe’s wealth, even if she leaves because of her own inability to love Jeremiah Davenport in return.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“This is nonsense.”

Vanessa shut the folder and pushed it into his chest, spinning on her heels to leave the balcony.

“Wait.”

She paused.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

Vanessa sighed and twirled back to him. “Why would you have something like this drawn up? What kind of woman would I be to sign it? This contract gives me an open opportunity to take advantage of you. Are you crazy?”

Her voice had elevated, as her passion about her stance pushed her forward.

“It’s absurd!”

“I want you to know you can trust me. I’m not doing this for any reason other than the fact that I know we belong together.”

Vanessa sighed harshly. “Even if—for one wild second—that is the case, this contract is pathetic! What type of woman do you think I am? I would marry for love, for honor, for respect! I would never put my fiancé in a position like this!”

Jeremiah’s entire body was on fire. To watch her passionately refuse his offer because of her morals made him want her all the more.

A single elongated step, and he drew her into his arms, ran his hand up her neck and sank his mouth into her lips, filching the very breath she breathed.

Her gasp was caught up in his throat, and a moan ran the course of their tongues as heat spread across their faces.

Animation, like that of a tap dance of jollity, sprinted through their loins as their mouths meshed, his tongue diving into her mouth as she opened for him.

“Oh…”

She writhed in his embrace; her mind shocked into a picturesque future as she held his eye contact.

They were at the altar. Him in a black and gold Armani suit, a bright smile, charm dripping from every inch of his divineness as he stared at her with a yearning so intense her heart was a juggernaut force behind her breasts.

“I love you,” he said, holding her hands tight as he bit down on his bottom full lip. “Thank you for believing in me. I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”

The scene moved, and they were dancing, hand and hand, tangoing at a party that didn’t appear to be her reception but more of a night out on the town soiree.

Laughter poured from her soul as he twirled her out only to twine her back in his embrace, hips aligned as they rocked to the soulful sounds that floated into the air.

Another shift and he was clapping. Pride in his animated gaze as she accepted an award and stood behind a microphone.

She saw herself speaking with confidence and excitement, thanking those in her institution across the…globe?

Another shift and a moan escaped her lips as a spiraling tingle jumped from her nipples down to her clitoris while he licked her areolas, kissed down her belly, sucked and slurped her vagina, making her ignite with passion.

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