Page 12 of By His Vow
“A year from your vows,” Richard confirms.
“So, you’re saying that if we don’t get on with it, it could be longer?”
He nods once.
“And after that year has passed, I’m free to leave and we can divorce?”
“Yes. The cottage becomes yours along with everything else you already have. You are free to start your life over.”
My fists curl on my lap as I think about her packing up her things, walking out of my penthouse, and moving to the other side of the Atlantic to start over.
She hasn’t even stepped foot inside my home yet, and I already can’t bear the thought of her leaving.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
This is a business deal. One that hasn’t even been signed yet.
The side of my face burns as she turns to look at me.
“And you’re okay with this?”
Ensuring I have a relaxed expression on my face, I turn to look up at her.
“Sure, why not?”
She crosses her arms across her chest, making me wish she wasn’t covering her body with such baggy clothes so I could see the way her tits push up.
She’s got great fucking tits.
Hell, her whole body is banging.
Curvy yet toned. Everything is a perfect handful, and the way her waist dips...fuck, my fingers curl again as I imagine holding her right there and?—
“You won’t be fucking your way around the state if we’re married,” she says, interrupting my little fantasy.
I quirk a brow.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, Richard, but something tells me that this is a monogamous agreement.”
“You’re correct, Tatum. If you agree to this, then neither of you will have any other partner during your time together.”
“And if we do?” she asks curiously.
“If you do, you sacrifice everything. Just as you would by walking away right now.”
“And if Kingston cheats?” she asks. The way her brow is pinched tells me that she already knows the answer to that question.
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TATUM
Abitter laugh spills from my lips.
I don’t know why I’m surprised.
Men get to do whatever they want, whenever they want, without any consequence.
I’ve known that for a fact for as long as I can remember.