Page 69 of Intense
“Nope.”
He hops back into bed and pulls the blanket over him like this is just another Thursday.
“You coming back in to sleep this hangover off or what?”
My jaw drops.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Finn?”
“I’m a married man now, Stephanie. And your husband needs a nap.”
I grab a pillow and hold it over his head.
“Say you’ll annul it, or I will smother you.”
“Good one,” he grunts, eyes already closed.
“I’m serious.”
“Oh, I know.” He doesn’t even flinch.
“‘Stephanie Quinn’ has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
A fire erupts inside me.
“No. It sounds horrible.”
“Now get up, and let’s sort this out.”
He snuggles deeper.
“No can do. I’m a busy man.”
He fucking yawns as he talks.
“Stop being a dick, Finn.”
“Stop being a brat, Stephanie.”
I toss the pillow at his face and stomp toward the door.
“Where are you going, wifey?” he calls out.
“Back to my room. Then to figure out how to divorce your ass.”
He sighs dramatically.
“Well, that leads to storage, not the door for your dramatic exit. But good luck. I’m not signing shit. I won this fair and square. I won you. If you could also track down the chapel we went to and get them to send me the footage, I’d love to savor the moment that I claimed you.”
I turn slowly, rage vibrating in my bones. Putting my fingers to my plump lips, I freeze. Did we kiss?
Fuck. It’s so annoying I can’t remember anything.
“I’m going to kill you.”
He beams.
“Not before our honeymoon, love.”
