Page 6 of Affinity

“Not happening.” I couldn’t stay married to someone who had drugged me so that I’d marry them.

Catherine only smiled at me. “By any chance, did you have Abbi sign a prenup before you got hitched?”

“I don’t know,” I answered with pure frustration. “I told you I don’t remember anything.”

“I’m going to say the answer is no then, and do you know what that means?” She made her way back to stand in front of me and gave me a knowing look.

I knew what that meant. Abbi could take half of everything I had after only being married to me for one night.

“You two are going to make it look like you’re in love and planned to get married last night.”

“That’s going be the biggest acting job of my life,” I groaned.

“What do I get out of this?” Abbi spoke up from the other side of the room.

Catherine turned her gaze back to Abbi, and I slouched down on the couch. I was happy to not be the focus of her attention. “You get to keep your job.”

“What about Paul?”

Was this Paul her boyfriend? Did we get to have side pieces during this year of supposed marriage?

“I can’t help you with Paul.” Catherine looked sad about that as her eyes softened toward Abbi.

“Do we get to have someone on the side for this year?” It wouldn’t be too bad if that was the case.

“I cannot stay married to him and pretend to be happily married while he’s out fucking anything that moves. I can’t let the public think that of me.” She gulped and looked genuinely upset. “I can’t do that again.”

“There will be no one else. We can’t take the chance of the paparazzi finding out or someone selling their story to the press. One year with each other only,” Catherine declared.

“I doubt he can do it.” Abbi glared at me.

It might be hard, but I knew how to use my hand, and I was sure I could use my persuasion skills to get Abbi into bed with me if I was desperate enough.

“He will if he knows what’s good for him. Now here are my conditions.”

Conditions? This wasn’t going to be good.

“First, you’ll be moving into Jenner’s home. Today.”

“What?” I squawked. I liked living alone.

“Please, Jenner, you have more room than you know what to do with, and it won’t look like a real marriage if you’re not living together. Let her pick one of the bedrooms and you’ll barely see her.”

“Fine,” I grunted and then glared at Abbi, who was glaring right back at me.

“Second, you will be seen out in public at least once a week, where you’ll hold hands, and you’ll look like a couple in love because no one who is not in this room will ever know that this marriage is a sham. Do you get me?”

“Yes,” Abbi and I both agreed. Catherine always got what she wanted.

“Third, you will stay faithful. We can’t have any scandals, so keep it in your pants. If you don’t . . . you’ll have to pay a million dollars.”

“I don’t have that kind of money,” Abbi huffed.

Catherine looked at her with kind eyes. “I know I don’t have anything to worry about with you.”

I didn’t appreciate Catherine’s lack of faith in me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, but I would not let them win. And I sure as hell wasn’t paying a million dollars. No fuck was worth that much.

I couldn’t believe my life had come to this because of one stupid night. Sitting up straight, I focused on my publicist. “I thought you were on my side.”

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