"Yeah, I've thought about it."
That wasn't another lie, was it? She had thought about
getting an education. And done it.
"Good. There won't be anything stopping you,
then. As long as you're with me, I'll pay for it." He crossed his
arms over his chest and continued. "I don't mean this to be a
one-sided relationship, only for my benefit. I'm not a complete
asshole. I want you to get something from it, too."
"Fine."
His posture relaxed slightly. "You agree to
the trip? To the marriage?"
"Yes." She hissed the word out
contemptuously.
He reached out and pinched her chin between
his fingers and thumb. "Why so angry?"
"Because you're getting your way."
"Yeah, I am." A smug look encompassed his
features and he lowered his mouth to hers in a swift, savage
kiss.
Chapter Seven
Jenna sat in first class and fiddled with the
platinum band on her left ring finger. She watched David sitting
next to her from the corner of her eye. His hand still held hers
loosely even in sleep, his fingers laced between hers in a hold of
ownership, a hold of possession that he had rarely allowed her away
from the entire day.
They were approaching the Greater Cincinnati
airport and her mind raced over the day that had just passed. It
was almost midnight, and everything had been accomplished in one
day. When they left his house that morning, the first thing they
did was meet with his lawyer, the handsome blond man that had been
with David in the break room that day , and she had signed a
pre-nuptial agreement.
He promised her a hundred grand when the knot
was tied, and she took him at his word. That had been accomplished
in less than an hour. A quiver ran through her stomach when she
realized the pre-nuptial agreement had already been drawn up. He
must have planned it all ahead.
Then they had left to board a flight to
Vegas, and the minute they had gotten there, he hustled her into a
twenty-four hour wedding chapel. There were no Elvis impersonators
that she saw, but it was almost as garish. Bright neon lights and
fake flowers were everywhere. They got married quickly without
benefit of rings, but he found a jewelry store when they left the
chapel and had one on her finger with what to her now seemed to be
an obscene lack of consideration and time. He picked out platinum
bands to match, and that was that.
Leaving the jewelers, they went into a hotel
restaurant and had a quick meal, and her mind shied away from what
had happened next. They hadn't packed for an overnight stay, and
she hadn't understood why he checked into the hotel after they ate.
Her stomach had been tied in knots through the meal anyway, and
apprehension and nerves screamed in her bloodstream as he pulled
her by the hand up the elevators to a room.
The minute the door had clicked shut, he
turned to her and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Panic attacked her and she put her fingers
over his to stop him. "What are y-you doing?"
He brushed her hands aside and continued to
strip her. "Consummating the marriage." His voice was harsh.
"Why? Can't w-we wait?"
"No. I want it consummated now."
Disturbed by what they were doing and his
reasons for it, she tried to slow him down and lighten the
atmosphere. "Why?" Her voice was soft, trying to soothe him. "I'm
not going anywhere."
His eyes lifted from her buttons and tangled
with hers. "No. You can bet your ass you're not going anywhere."
His voice dripped ruthless possession.
Her pulse went spinning as he unhooked her
bra and pushed it out of his way. He pulled her over to the king
sized bed, and unhooked her skirt. "Step out of it."
Her mind in a daze at the speed of his
movements, she stepped from her clothes and moved onto the bed.
He quickly stripped and pushed her legs apart
and climbed on top of her. Her heartbeat going wild, she spoke in a
whisper of defiance. "Just for two years."
It was a mistake.
His nostrils flared at her words and he
grabbed her wrists and lifted them over her head. His erection huge
and pulsing, he began
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