Page 12 of Resisting Your Love

I nodded. "Okay, cool." I was ready to get that over with.

"Damn, this is good as hell," he complimented the drink.

I smiled. "Yeah, it is. I had two cups already and nearly fell on my ass."

He chuckled. "Not a real drinker, huh?"

I shook my head. "No. I never had a reason to drink. What about you?"

"Man, I can get down when it comes to some liquor. I have it bad. It's one of the reasons my parents wanted this marriage.. to slow me down."

I lifted a brow. "How the hell is that gonna happen? I'm not gonna stop you from doing what you want to do."

He scoffed. "You couldn't if you wanted to."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you sure about that? I love a challenge."

He smirked. "And so do I."

I went to pour myself another cup of the punch. "You don't want to go there with me, but why should it matter? This isn't real."

He nodded. "It's not, so it doesn't matter."

I sipped my drink in silence. "How's this gonna work?"

Before Levi could answer, his mother came into the kitchen. She eyed us and the drinks. A smile spread on her lips. I didn't need or want her to get the wrong idea, but from the look on her face, she had formed it.

"We are ready to meet with the both of you in the office. The party will still be going on, but the lawyers are here."

Levi and I exchanged looks before he nodded. With his cup in his hand, he walked out of the kitchen. I followed behind him.

In the office, the lawyers were getting snappy with me for no reason. I didn't like it since I hadn't said anything to them but a greeting. They went over things I already knew from the start.

"I don't want any of his money. I have my own," I snapped back. They were getting on my last nerves, saying the same thing over and over. "Plus, I have a job."

They exchanged looks, but it didn't matter to me, not one bit. They were rubbing me the wrong way.

"If I'm just here to sign papers, let me sign them so I can go on about my business."

I was in need of another drink. The lawyers he had were pissing me off. Never had I ever been disrespected the way they were disrespecting me. I didn't ask for this to begin with. They better leave me alone before I air all of this out.

I stood in the corner with my arms folded without the help of anyone. Every time I thought about what my father got me into, rage simmered through my body, putting me in a chokehold. I hated the lawyers were treating me like some kind of groupie when this wasn't even my fault. As much as I wanted to cry, I didn't. It wouldn't help my situation.

I glanced down at the ring on my finger and smiled. It was a nice-looking ring, too. Whoever his grandma was, she was a lucky woman to have gotten this ring.

I sighed, running a hand across my face. Thinking about everything was giving me a headache.

"We are ready for you to sign," one of the lawyers announced.

I did what was needed of me to do, and then I walked out with my head held high. If only my father could have been here with me. If there was a way for me to rewind time, I would. I didn't want to be married to Levi. He seemed to be immature. I didn't need something like that in my life. From what I learned about men so far, they were chumps. Joel taught me that. Knowing that Levi was a reckless man, he probably was no better. Levi was a party animal and did reckless things. What the hell could he offer a woman like me? I knew I didn't have much, but I wanted genuine love. There was no telling how long it'd take to get that.

"Come on, three years."

A week had passedsince the wedding, and Amryn had moved into my house. This was an experience I didn't like. I never had anyone in my space before the way that she was. We didn't talk much either. She stayed in the guest bedroom, only coming out to get the takeouts she would order. That was cool with me. For a minute, I thought we'd be cool since we were talking at the wedding a bit, but when the lawyers got snappy with her, I could see the moment she retreated into her shell.

This was a weird situation we were in. I couldn't blame her for what was happening to us. It was our parents who did this. If only I could talk to her and tell her that. Whenever I tried talking to her, she shut me out. There had to be a way for us to be atleast friends. She just had to be open to it. I wouldn't kiss her ass either for her to talk to me.

I ran a hand down my face as I thought of the small kiss we shared. It wasn't big at all or anything to talk about. It was the small spark I felt when our lips touched. It was one I had never felt before while kissing. It had thrown me off, and it still had me feeling funny. I didn't know why it did. One thing I didn't do was relationships. If I did do them, it would be when I was much older. I was too young to settle down right now.

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