“I was honest with you from the beginning about what this marriage will be, Paige.”
“No. Because I never would have agreed to be your w***e,” she spits. “Everyone in this building is going to think you’re giving me some cushy job just because I slept with you!”
I dismiss her with a wave. “f**k what everyone else thinks.”
“I can’t do that! You can, though. Including what I think. Because I would argue that listening to my opinions and running certain decisions by me first would qualify as a marriage of equals. Not some surface-deep promotion everyone will see through the moment they learn we’re married.”
I exhale. “You’re asking for too much.”
“I want her gone, Misha.”
My eyes snap to her face. Her cheeks are blush pink, her eyes are bright with determination—and my c**k is hard as f*
