Page 13 of Impending Consent

“Then whether you intend to entertain me or not, you understand you’re going to have to.”

She scoffed, pivoted, and attempted to drop the conversation of our nuptials by making a quick escape. I put an end to that notion when I lifted from my chair, cut off her path, and forced Sailor against the wall just beyond the kitchen.

With my hands flush against the wall next to her head and my body leaned into hers, I dipped my chin and waited.

“You need to leave.”

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t.”

“You’re my wife, Sailor,” I asserted, which caused a frown to settle onto her beautiful face.

“You don’t seriously believe any of what happened is legally binding.”

“Actually I do. You’re very thorough, but regardless, I did research to make sure you didn’t scam me just to get me in your bed. We are legally married, Sailor.”

I hadn’t done much research other than checking the site, making a few calls to ask questions, and the responses I received satisfied my curiosity. We were, in fact, legally married, mostly due to Sailor being so thorough. The signed and filed marriage license sealed the deal.

“We are not.” Her voice elevated with unease which brought a smile to my face. A smile that had her dainty hands pushing into my chest with a failed effort to get me out of her way.

“We are, wife.”

“Get out of my apartment.”

“I will, after we talk.”

“No, you’ll leave now. You’re not supposed to be here. How did you get in here in the first place?” Her brows slammed in and I smiled wider, eased one hand into my pocket and held up the key I used. The key she’d given me.

Her eyes turned to slits and she reached for the key but I managed to get it back into my pocket before she could get her fingers on it.

“You stole my key.”

“I’m not a thief, Sail. You gave me the key as a wedding present or don’t you remember?” I arched my brow and hers pinched more.

“I did not.”

“Here, husband. Since we’re official you’ll need access to me and I’ll need access to this.”

At that moment, Sailor’s hand was on my dick while she held up the key to her place. The lock had code access but the key overrode that just in case.

I could see her mind struggling to process the memory and I wasn’t sure if she succeeded but Sailor was not one to easily concede.

“I had been drinking. It’s possible that I gave you the key but I want it back.” She extended a hand with an open palm.

“First we talk. Come sit down, I brought you breakfast.”

Her chin jutted upward. “I don’t want your breakfast. I can get my own.”

I chuckled, then stepped back enough to get my hands on her waist. I lifted Sailor against me and carried her to the kitchen where I gently deposited her in a chair.

“What the fuck is your problem and why do you keep handing me like I’m a child?” She shot to her feet and I moved close again, lowering my eyes.

“Maybe consider the fact that you’re acting like a child. Sit down, Sailor.”

“Get out of my apartment, Rival.”

She locked her arms over her chest. I chuckled and lowered to the chair next to her.

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