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will be less than a value of
one million dollars for each child that is not the heir.”

 
    “Also fair.” Now that we were
starting to talk about them, the thought of children was actually rather
frightening. An undetermined number of mini-mes running around my family’s
property, getting into trouble just like I used to. My heart started to pound,
but as I listened to her speak and fight for the well-being of even her
hypothetical children, I felt a bit more at ease. Again I was reminded of the
reason I’d liked Gigi in the first place—she cared.

 
    “And then there’s the matter of
infidelity,” Gigi said. Those words stopped me cold.

 
    “Go on,” I said hesitantly, a frown
forming on my face.

 
    “While the two of us are together,
you and I will refrain from acts of infidelity of any kind. You will not take a
mistress or engage in any extra-marital affairs while the two of us are tied
together in the bonds of holy matrimony.”

 
    “You don’t think I would seriously—”
I began, but quickly silenced myself as Gigi rose in her seat, towering over
me.

 
    “Dorian Lambert,” she growled, a pit
forming in my stomach. “You might love me, you might discover that you don’t, but
while we are husband and wife, there will but one thing that will happen in this marriage—you will respect me . I won’t be hassled and
harassed by paparazzi or tabloid scumbags with pictures of you macking on some
barely-legal sorority girl. I’ve done my research on you, and I know what I’m
getting into here. I deserve better than that.”

 
    I blinked, staring up into her fiery
eyes as she slowly took her seat once again. I hated to admit it to myself, but
Gigi was more frightening than even my mother—and that was a feat I’d thought
impossible. I’d never liked the idea of being tied down. If things weren’t
working out between us, it might be months or even years before we divorced.
That was a long time to get acquainted with my hand...

 
    “Fine,” I said finally. “No
cheating.”

 
    “Good. That just leaves living
arrangements, then. We have to share an address once we’re married—strictly to
keep up appearances. We don’t want it to look like we’re in a fraudulent marriage.”

 
    “Sleepover,” I said, a grin
spreading across my face. “Gosh, I haven’t had one of those in a long time.”

 
    “No pillow fights at this party,”
Gigi said, her brows furrowing. “This is business, plain and simple, until I
say otherwise.”

 
    “Yes, ma’am,” I said, giving her a
mock-salute. “No funny-business. All serious, all the time.”

 
    “Give me a break, Dorian,” she said,
rubbing the bridge of her nose. “This was your idea. I just want to make sure
it works out for both of us.”

 
    “Sorry,” I said, flashing her a more
sincere smile. “I’m not used to this whole ‘legal’ side of a relationship.”

 
    “That I can believe.”

 
    I shifted in my seat, rubbing my chin.
“So, what did you want to do about the ceremony? You seem like the kind of girl
who wants her wedding to be a big occasion.”

 
    Gigi went quiet for a few minutes,
her eyes on her coffee, the sound of Ollie’s mumbling filling the silence. Her
frown deepened and her eyes lost some of their shine.

 
    “Let’s not have one. We’ll just do
this legally so that there isn’t any huge press circus. We want to keep this as
quiet as possible. Besides, we want to make it quick, don’t we?”

 
    She looked up at me, putting on a mask
of indifference. I could tell something was bothering her, something deep down
that she’d never let slip. I felt uneasy, like I was doing her some great
wrong.

 
    “Okay,” I said, clearing my throat.
“We’ll do it quick and dirty. No big affair. But in the meantime…” I trailed
off, digging in my coat pocket for my checkbook.

 
    “What’re you doing?” Gigi asked.

 
    “How much money do you owe for