“I’m sorry. I’m going to do what next month?” Emma’s mouth fell open.
“We’re getting married,” he said. His tone was so even, and collected that Emma was frightened by it. “I won’t say it again.”
“You’re serious,” she breathed and led herself to a chair. Her legs went dead from shock.
“I am.”
“Why?”
Will was indifferent to her shock.
“You don’t need to know why. You need to make a choice. Do this, and I’ll end our former agreement. Right away.”
“What?” Emma leaned forward, her eyes like saucers. “I won’t be your ‘pet’? Your ‘thing’ anymore?”
“That stops the second you agree. And I will also do you one favor. Anything you want. That’s outside of caring for your father. I already promised I would do that. This is a marriage of convenience. I’ll pay you
