Page 90 of The Marriage Agreement (Agreement)

“Yes, we can,” she says, poking at me.

We finish our lunch and throw the bags into the trash. We sit back, and I take her hand.

“Why do you refuse to move to our main bedroom?” I ask. She gives me a skeptical look, and I know she’s about to give me a diplomatic answer. But I’ve had time to think about this, and I’m not about to let her wiggle her way out of it.

“I just like the room I’m in,” she says, giving me a forced smile. I can tell she’s not telling me the truth. I pull her to sit on my lap, and she buries her face in my neck.

“You know I’m not letting this go, right?” I say. She immediately tries to get up, but I hold her in place. “I know you like the room you’re in, and I’ll sleep anywhere you are. But I also know you make a conscious effort to avoid stepping into the primary room.” She moves from my neck to give me a side-eye.

“You’re over-analyzing things,” she says. “How about we go home, and I’ll step into the room, then?”

“Good.” I reach for my phone. “I can call Paula and have her move all your stuff in there now—”

“No!” she screams, knocking my phone out of my hand. “Do not move my stuff in there. I like where I sleep,” her voice rises. And here I was thinking it was just some weird thing, but it’s deeper than that. She tries to get up again, but I hold her in place, and she grunts in anger. I need answers.

“Tell me what I’m missing,” I say, turning her face to look at me.

“Please, let this go. I like the room I’m in,” she pleads, and I realize I need to get to the bottom of this.

“No, I can’t let this go. I need to know why you won’t move into our main room.”

“Fine, I don’t want to live in a room or sleep in a bed where you used to sleep and fuck Lily in. Plus, god knows how many other women,” she says.

My eyes widen in shock, and I realize she’s jealous. I like that, but she doesn’t know it. I smile at her.

“It’s not funny,” she says, fighting to get off my lap again.

“Ayo mi, Lily has never been to our home,” I say.

She rolls her eyes at me, but at least she’s no longer fighting to get off. “I moved into that unit after Declan and Anne’s wedding, when you were shaking your ass with my brother.” She smacks my chest. “I requested the services of Lande DeMoore and asked for three designs. I showed them to Osei and told him I was tired of my old place, and that some girl was stalking me. I asked him if he wanted to design a place you would like. Which design would you pick?” She pauses and looks at me. “He selected one with a few changes.”

Now her eyes are wide with disbelief.

“He didn’t question why you would pick me, considering you didn’t like me then?” she asks.

“He did, and I’ve always loved you. I just had a different way of showing it.” She rolls her eyes. “I told him I wanted a different perspective, not Lily’s, and he nodded and helped me out.”

She relaxes in my arms and hugs me back.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, pulling out of the hug.

“So, can you please move into our room?” I say, kissing her cheek and trailing kisses down to her neck. She jerks when I get to the spot I want.

“I’m waiting for ayes, but I can do this all day, too, until I get ayes.”

“Yes,” she moans out. I stop and she turns to me, dumbfounded, then with an arched brow. “I still like my room,” she says, her voice challenging.

“And you said yes to moving into the primary room.”

“I can always move back to my room,” she smirks.

“Too funny, Dele,” I laugh, and she scurries off my lap, making me laugh harder. I’m ready for the chase. She heads toward her backpack, but I’m quicker. I pull her into my arms, her back to my front. She leans into me, and I kiss her neck.

“We are not having sex in your office,” she says.

Now I’m laughing harder.

“Not funny, you have staff all around, and anyone can just waltz in,” she continues.

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