Marrying My Best Friend's Sister: A Billionaire Enemies to Lovers MC Romance (Secret Love) Nikki Bloom (read book .TXT) 📖

true face – her true witch face. “You think you have a chance with him, but you don’t. Domenic is never with anyone for longer than a week,” she spat.

My eyebrows rose of their own accord. I was so surprised. “Well, okay then… bye, Felicia.”

She actually whirled around and stomped away like we were in a play or something. I gawked at her, shaking my head while Jacinda giggled.

Once she had left, I picked up my phone and called Chaz.

“Hey, girl, what’s up?”

“Well, Domenic’s asking for my contract. By any chance are you done with it?”

“Weirdly enough, I just finished. You want me to email it to you?”

“Yeah, sure. I should probably read it, huh?”

“The smart money would be on yeah.”

“Alright. But also send a copy to Leyland Greystone.”

“Will do, darling. Bye now. I gotta go get beautiful for work.”

“You’re gorgeous as you are though. Mason is blind if he doesn’t notice.”

“Well, thanks or whatever. I’ll see you later, darling.”

“Bye.”

Not a minute later and my notification beeped with a new email message. I opened the attachment and read the contents. Everything seemed on the up and up, including a monogamy clause. I couldn’t wait to see how Dom reacted to that shit. Still, I had work to do, so I put my so-called love life aside and got to work.

Jacinda spent most of the afternoon being distracting with excited questioning.

“Do you have a wedding dress all picked out? Ooh, we should look at websites.” She immediately began to google it.

I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. It was sweet. Still, I clocked out at five on the dot. Gathering my laptop and any notes I might need, I left while it was still light. To be honest, I was still a little freaked out about what I went through last night and I wanted to be home before dark.

My phone rang just as I was entering my apartment block. It was Dom, which surprised me. “Twice in one day? Careful or I might think you’re obsessed with me.”

His laughter was low and deep in my ear and I shivered. “Funny you should say that because I was just calling to clarify one of the points in your copy of the contracts.”

“Oh?” I had a feeling I knew which point he was talking about and my heartbeat sped up.

“Yeah. The monogamy clause.” He was silent for a while and all I could do was swallow. “I was wondering er, what you meant by er…”

“Well, I mean, I suppose we’re gonna be married for a while and I also suppose that you don’t plan on being celibate the entire time.”

He made a surprised sound. “Can you believe I hadn’t even thought of that?”

“Yeah, I mean I hadn’t either, but my lawyer brought it up and I was like, good point.”

“Yeah ah, so you’re saying you want this marriage to be like…consummated?”

“I don’t know, I mean, it’s not like by force or anything.”

“No, I mean I would be down to…you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course. If you want to.”

“I do.”

There was a rather awkward silence with both of us apparently not knowing what to say. How we went from giving each other the stink eye to this, I seriously don’t even know.

“Well…good. So that’s settled.”

“Yeah. Pretty much everything’s settled. Leyland says you’re more than reasonable and congratulated me for choosing so well. I added a few amendments to your document. The copy’s been emailed to your lawyer. Get it signed as soon as possible?”

“Sure.”

“Leyland will put an announcement in the paper tomorrow. Send the picture you’d like him to use for the papers, as well as a short bio.”

“Wow, that’s soon.”

“Yeah, we thought the sooner the better, right?”

“Right.” I put my trembling hand to my chest. “Of course.”

“Do you think you could find time for all of us to meet and resolve any remaining issues?”

“Umm, when?”

“How about this evening? You and your guy could come to my place. I could host dinner while we hash out the details.”

I really wasn’t looking forward to going out at night.

“I can send a car for you.”

“Yeah, alright.”

“Great. Is eight o’clock good for you?”

“I’ll make it work. I have to confirm with Chaz.”

“Chaz?”

“My lawyer.”

He legit sniggered. “Your lawyer’s name is Chaz?”

“Hey, yours is called Leyland. You do not have a leg to stand on.”

Again with that laugh. “Fine. See you later.”

He hung up on me and I slumped down on my bean bag and just stared at nothing. Life was changing for me so fast it was difficult to keep up. Last week, I was just another cog in the FDA wheel, dreaming of getting the grant and maybe, getting a chance to take my research to the next level.

Now, I was contemplating marriage to a man I thought I hated and talking about having sex with him. Life comes at you fast sometimes.

I got up and went to see what I could come up with as a suitable arranged-marriage discussion outfit.

Little black dress?

That seemed appropriate to me plus I had just bought one recently that I’d yet to wear. It was made of stretchy material and looked like a t-shirt except for the belled sleeves. It stopped just above my knees and looked great with my black, knee-high, despair combat boots. I topped the outfit off with my silver necklace embedded with a tiny emerald. Jacinda had reliably informed me that it brought out my eyes.

It’ll do for dinner.

At exactly 7 p.m., Chaz breezed into my apartment, dressed in blue doc martens, black skinny jeans, and a ripped shirt. He didn’t resemble any lawyer I’d ever seen.

“I have a late shift tonight.” He answered my raised eyebrows.

“You look hot.”

“Yeah, everyone but Mason will probably notice.”

“Have you thought that maybe he does notice, but he’s just keeping a proper employee/employer distance?”

“Ugh, if that’s true I’m resigning tomorrow.”

I slipped my hand into his. “Better find out first. Come on, let’s go downstairs. The car’s supposed to be here any minute now.”

We’d barely stepped outside the door when a