I think you want it as much as I do, wife.
Mya:
I’m not your wife yet. And you sound like those mafia men I read about.
I smirk to myself.
Maybe they’re onto something.
Mya:
Too bad I’m not a virgin.
A sudden stab of jealousy cuts through me, uninvited. My grip on my fork tightens.
If I could erase all the men you’ve been with before, I would.
Mya:
Erase??? You’re unhinged, Mr. Miller.
I fucking love it when she calls me that. My smile darkens.
Guilty, when it comes to you.
Mya:
Stop giving me mixed signals. This marriage is fake.
Whatever you say, Mrs. Miller.
Mya:
It’s Ms. Jones.
Not for much longer.
32
MYA
My phone screen goes dark, but the last message burns hotter than the champagne in my veins.
My insides twist, heat curling low in my belly. Worth is so damn possessive, so bossy—and the worst part is, I kind of love it. He talks like I already belong to him, like this all isn’t just for show. Even if it’s fake and temporary, tomorrow, I’ll be hiswife.The word feels dangerous on my tongue, and my chest tightens at the thought of being tethered to him in any way.
“Okay, spill,” Tiana says, sliding a stack of shopping bags across the seat of the car. “What did Worth say?”
I bite down a smile and shrug, playing it cool. “He approved everything. Our plan to piss him off didn’t work.”
Tiana smirks. “It didn’t work because he’s down bad.”
“He isnotdown bad. He’s just playing the part.”
Her grin widens. “Uh huh. Sure. ‘Playing the part’ while dropping a million euros on you without blinking.”
I roll my eyes, but my cheeks heat. “You’re delusional.”
“You’re in denial.”