Page 12 of Hate You Forever (Hate 1)

So why do I feel a weird need to agree to this crazy idea?

I’ve always been known as the reckless one. The one who lives life on the edge, trying to do what makes me happy rather than what people expect of me. But this? It seems too risky, no matter how badly my body wants to jump his bones. He’s not the commitment type and neither am I. We’re two people who definitely shouldn’t be married.

“So if I sign this, we’ll get married, you’ll help me with Star of India, and the marriage only has to last for a year?” It would also get me out of my problem with Zayan, seeing as my parents won’t be able to force me to marry him if I’m already married. I’m no lawyer, but I do know that’s illegal.

“We’d have to make it seem real.”

How the hell would I make being married to him seem real, when I can already tell I’d want to cut off his dick every day?

“You honestly think anyone’s going to think it’s real? We just met—I’m not sure anyone’s going to believe you fell in love at first sight.” I scoff. This idea is absolutely ludicrous.

He pauses for a moment, looking at me deeply, before he speaks. “I’m a good actor. You?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to fake something.” More times than I can count, if I’m being honest.

Sensing my hesitation and looking at his watch, he lets out a sigh. “Read the contract. I’ll give you a week to make your decision.” He takes his bag and stands from the booth.

“How gracious of you,” I spit, grabbing the document before sliding out of the booth. Standing next to him, I remember how tall he really is. He’s gotta be at least six-two, which is huge compared to my five foot three frame. He looks intimidating as fuck. His persona screams ‘don’t fuck with me’ but it doesn’t bother me. I’m sure he’s ruthless, but I won’t let him push me around.

Been there, done that. Never again.

“I’ll be in touch.” It’s all he says, before waltzing his smug ass out the door, leaving me standing here in complete and utter disbelief.

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