“Are you actually insane?” I stared at him like he had two heads. “Why the hell would I move in with you tonight?”
He didn’t even look at me. Just kept his hands on the wheel. “Contract rules.”
“I haven’t even signed the damn contract,” I snapped.
“You will.”
The way he said it, like it was already decided, made my skin itch. I blinked at him, waiting for something more, some kind of explanation, but he didn’t even blink.
I knew it would be better to shut it down right now but at this point damn I needed the drama and tea, like why did he want a marriage? I needed to know more than I needed to resist.
He pulled up to the curb in front of my building and finally turned his head, his voice calm as ever. “Pack only the necessary things. The rest will be handled.”
I stared at him, brow
