Page 13 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
I roll my eyes.
“Of course I’ve already planned the break-up! This is a business proposition. You don’t start writing a book without knowing the ending, do you?” I ask.
“I don’t know! Do I look like a writer to you?” She throws her hands up in the air and throws herself down in one of the guest chairs.
The legs bow from the force.
“Be careful! You’re going to break the chair.”
She looks at me then and gives me a mischievous smile before standing up and throwing herself into the chair again. I grab her by the arm and pull her up. “Seriously? What is wrong with you? Why do you act like you're six years old?”
She sticks her tongue out at me and stalks over to my office window. It has a view of the city, not as good as the view in my penthouse. But, still great.
“If I decide to help you, there would need to be a contract,” she says suddenly.
“I run two billion-dollar businesses. You thought there wouldn’t be a contract?” I scoff and pull out my phone to email my lawyer. “I’ve had my lawyer draw one up. There’s also an NDA that you will need to sign.”
“NDA?” she asks, and I look up at her in surprise. She’s still looking out the window.
“You don’t know what an NDA is? You’re an escort.”
“I am not an escort, I am a date for hire. And yes, of course, I know what an NDA is. I’m a law student — which I’m sure you already know. I was just surprised is all,” she says, turning to glare at me.
“It’s a non-disclosure agreement. Signing it will mean that I can’t tell anyone about our arrangement or any of the details,” she confirms when I look at her with suspicion.
She turns back towards the window and seems to mull it over. I grin at her intelligence.
I wait for a few more uncomfortably silent moments to go on before I open my mouth again.
“So, do we have a deal?” I ask.
“I don’t think so.” She shakes her head and turns around.
Anger rolls through me like waves.
“Seriously? Still no? What else do you want?”
She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth, but I continue before she can speak up. “Look, I’ll even pay your rent. Day to day living expenses.”
She explodes with anger and pushes a chair over.
“You can’t buy me, Landon!” She grabs her purse and storms out of my office.
Chapter Eight
Hailey
“Now,severanceiswhena count is removed…”
I take notes furiously on my laptop as my criminal procedure professor drones on. None of this stuff is particularly interesting, but there are a lot of parts of being a lawyer that aren’t interesting.
I’m in the middle of transcribing the meaning of habeas corpus when an email notification pops up on the bottom right of my screen.
I click it and my email pops open.
This is the first late notice for Hailey Dunn. You currently owe…
I slam my laptop closed, forgetting where I am for a moment. A few students turn to look at me.
