I peer up into his face, at the desperation and sincerity in his eyes as they devour me and my adamant refusal gets stuck in my throat. Was his idea outrageous? Definitely. Do I want to? No. Did I have a better idea or even a plan? No. Still, I can't seem to give in to it. Him. "No."
Soren steps back and runs his fingers through his hair. "It's a contract, not a love story. We'll be married in name only. You don't have to like me and I don't have to like you either to make this work, but know that I do need you as much as you need me, in more ways than you'll ever understand."
He slips out a card from his pocket and hands it to me. "Think it over and call me when you change your mind."
"I don't need this," I say, but the man is already out the door, leaving me to crash out with my thoug
