Page 15 of Impending Consent

“My wife seems to be having an issue with me wanting to discuss the details of our marriage.”

His eyes danced with confusion until she all but screamed, “I am not your wife! Stop saying that!”

“Sailor…” TJ turned completely, facing his sister. “What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing. I’ll handle it. Can you give us a minute?”

“No, I can’t. This man just called you his wife. You’re visibly upset. Someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

When he placed his demand, I pulled up the email from VirtualLoveLast and extended my phone in his direction. TJ and I were about the same height, although he was a bit more muscular, like he worked out on the regular, but I was solid. If he wanted to fight, he could have one but I didn’t think it would come to that. He hesitantly accepted the device but not before Sailor attempted to intervene by taking the phone from my hand. When he glared and turned away to read what I offered, she chewed her lip and that damn leg bounced.

“You married him?”

“No,” she retorted.

“This says you did.”

“That’s bullshit. A scam site that’s not real.”

He glanced between the two of us, then grabbed his sister by the arm and dragged her to the bedroom. After the door was shut, I followed and leaned against the wall in the hallway so I could listen. She was my wife, the conversation wasn’t going to be private.

“What the fuck, Sail? You realize this is, in fact, legal. You’re married to him.”

“I know, shit, I know.”

“What the hell?”

“I was drinking, things went too far and…”

“And now you’re married to him.”

I grinned because this meant she was processing the reality of what was happening.

“I fucked up, Teej.”

“You think?” he shot back.

“I can fix this.Wecan fix it. We know plenty of people who can undo this clusterfuck. Call somebody.”

“Call who, Sail? Any favors I call in will be favors attached to our father. Do you really want him knowing about this? Because it will get back to him.”

“Shit, I know.” She sounded defeated and as much as I needed her to be on board with this marriage, bully tactics from her brother were not how I wanted things to go.

“Just ask for an annulment. I’m sure he’ll be reasonable.”

“He won’t and even if he agrees…”

The prenuptial.

“If he agrees, what? What aren’t you telling me?”

“I really fucked up, Teej. Like seriously fucked up.” I heard shuffling then things were silent again.

“You signed a prenup. Sail, again, what the fuck? This says he gets half of your net worth unless you stay married to him for a year. You let this guy trick you into taking half your money?”

“Stop yelling at me.”

“Are you serious right now? You’re worried about me yelling at you and not this?”

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