The Convenient Wife (A BWWM Steamy Marriage of Convenience Romance) by Imani King Read Free Book Online

    “I’m hoping for the best,” I
replied, shrugging as she turned her sights downward again. “I’ll let you write
up the pre-nuptual agreements, to plan for the worst.”

 
    “This isn’t going to work,” she
said, her voice quiet. All the fire that it had possessed before had drained
away.

 
    I raised a brow. “Give me one good
reason.”

 
    “Your family will do everything they
can to stop this. I mean… Look at me!”

 
    I blinked, taken off-guard. “What
about you?” I asked. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

 
    “Stop.”

 
    “It’s true!”

 
    “I said stop, Dorian.”

 
    “But you’re—”

 
    “ Stop !”

 
    My knee was starting to ache against
the hard marble floor, but I stayed there at Gigi’s feet, holding her
unwavering eyes.

 
    “Can you possibly be more out of
touch with reality Dorian?”

 
    “I didn’t mean to upset you,” I said
softly. “Really, Gigi. I didn’t. I just wanted…”

 
    Her scowl stopped me in my tracks. “I
need something before I do this.”

 
    “Anything. You name it and its
yours. I’ll buy you the damn moon.”

 
    “Look me in the eyes. You look me in
the eyes and you tell me that you think you can love me.”

 
    I reached out for her shoulder and
immediately regretted my decision. Without any warning I felt the sensation of
a knock-off Louie Vuitton handbag smashing into my face.

 
    “Not like that. Tell me.”

 
    “I can love you Gigi… I already…”

 
    “Not another word,” Gigi said,
cutting me off, her dark eyes shimmering. “I’m in.”

 
    She didn’t give me a chance to
respond. Gigi snatched the ring box from my hand, turned heel, and walked
straight out of my office. A moment later, Miss Chambers came barging in,
surveying the scene.

 
      “Sir, are you all right?” she asked, a
sound of anger in her voice. I was still rooted one knee onto the floor, trying
to cool my nerves. “Who was that woman?”

 
    “I’m all right,” I said, reaching up
to touch the spot where Gigi had hit me with her purse. “If I’m lucky, she’s my
future wife.”

 
    I knew how Miss Chambers was looking
at me, but I didn’t care. Gigi Deveraux wasn’t like Miss Chambers or most of
the other women who’d come and gone in my life. She wasn’t some fawning,
swooning college girls who attended my parties—no, Gigi was an actual person, a
woman with convictions and morals and a life that didn’t revolve around me. My
money hadn’t been enough. She wanted more. She wanted my heart.

 
    I hoped I wouldn’t disappoint her.

 

 
 
 
    Gigi sat across from me at the same
booth we’d had our first breakfast together. We thought it best to stay away
from her law firm with the scandal that our impending marriage might stir
up—especially if word got back to my mother before we could tie the knot. She
was wearing a tapered pair of slacks and a billowy blouse that hugged her
curves just enough to make her figure enticing. But it wasn’t just her body
that had my interest piqued.

 
    After the purse incident, I made it
a policy to admire Ms. Deveraux from afar, like a thorn-covered rose or a
graceful tigress. That would all have to change, of course, when the time came
to produce an heir. At least… A man can hope.

 
    Between us sat a stack of papers
that had been drawn up by Gigi herself the night before, filled with legalese
that probably would have given me a headache to read myself. Thankfully, I’d
brought a guest.

 
    “Who’s your friend?” Gigi asked, her
eyes narrowed.

 
    “My friends call me Ollie,” he said,
reaching over to offer my soon-to-be-fiancée his hand in greetings. “Dorian
brought me along to translate.”

 
    I’d never thought that in my life,
Ollie’s determination to be like his father would come in handy, but with my
boy about to take the BAR exam, I figured he needed some more tangible,
on-the-job training.

 
    “Why do you