Page 74 of Billionaire Devil

“Colton Maddox.”

I’m standing next to the bed, one fisted hand on my hip, the other hand held out so he can see the monstrosity we’re dealing with. I’m wearing some slinky negligee but I couldn’t care less about that.

He opens one eye. “Mornin’, Sunshine.”

He sees the ring then, and rolls onto his back, crooking a muscular arm-porn bicep behind his head. “Oh, shit. That’s right. We got married last night.” He laughs.

“You’relaughing? This is not funny at all.”

“It’s kind of funny.”

“Could you be serious for one minute, please? We can’t be married.”

“Well, I think we are.” He holdsup his own hand and, sure enough, he’s got a gold band on a very important finger. “Yep.”

“I can’t believe this!” I try to pull the heavy, glinting ring off my finger. “It’sstuck.”

“Maybe it likes where it is.”

“Come on. Get up. We’re going back down there and we’re going to get a refund for the rings and get them to annul the marriage.” I try to calm myself down. “We were drunk. I’m sure this kind of thing happens all the time in Vegas.”

“I think I remember them saying there were no refunds.”

“Oh, Jesus. This is a disaster! We’ll at least tell them the whole thing was a mistake, then. I’m sure it’s very straightforward.”

“Didn’t they say you have to go to a judge for something like that? And that there are only a few reasons why a judge would agree to annul a marriage, like if we were related or if you were underage. We signed something.”

“We did?”

“I think so.”

“Colton! How can you be so blasé about this? We need to go down there right now and deal with this! I’m sure there’s some kind of change-your-mind clause. You’re a cocky billionaire take-charge COO. I’m sure we can figure it out. Get up.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

He points to the sheet, which has created…a gigantic tent over his massive hard-on.

I roll my eyes dramatically. “Is that all you ever think about? Seriously! We have bigger things to deal with right now.”

“Bigger than this?”

“Colton. I mean it.”

“I can’t help it. It’s morning. And I’m a married man. Come here, wifey.”

“Stop it. Are you really not evenconcernedabout this? We gotmarriedlast night, Colton.”

“And thoroughly consummated the marriage. You were a wildanimallast night, Bailey. Holy hell. No one would have guessed you were an innocent virgin only days ago. I must be a fucking good teacher.”

“How can you act like this is all a big joke?” I sit down on the bed, distraught. “I can’t believe we gotmarried. We hardly even know each other.”

“Bullshit. You know me better than anyone ever has.”

“That can’t be true. We met less than a week ago.”

“What a week, though, right?” I hate that the tone of his deep voice is sincere. And that the way he’s looking at me is sort of…genuinely tender. And also sort of…fiercely devoted. In a way I’ve never known. “It’s been the best week of my life, Lila.”

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