Page 101 of Legacy
I take a bite of the slice to silence myself from saying more.
He doesn’t open it. Just looks at me before taking a breath.
“And what exactly are we negotiating?”
“Three things,” I say. I lift a finger. “One: no sex unless I initiate it. I want that in writing.”
His jaw ticks. “Adriana.”
“I’m serious. You made a whole clause about consummation—fine. But you don’t get to have it how you want it.”
He leans forward, forearms resting on his knees. “And if you never initiate it?”
“Then you never get it.” I shrug. “It’s called mutual consent. Look it up.”
A beat.
He exhales through his nose, amused, but not denying me.
I hold up a second finger. “Two: my business remains mine, untouched. No interference, no absorption, no surveillance.”
“You’re in my house,” he replies smoothly. “Everything gets watched. That’s for protection.”
“You want peace, you give me freedom. Otherwise, I’ll blow this marriage up faster than your temper.”
He cocks his head, intrigued now. “And the third?”
I hold his gaze. “A timeline. I want a clause that states when this marriage ends. I’m not living in limbo.”
Silence stretches.
Angelo finally reaches for the paper, unfolding it slowly, eyes scanning every line.
“You came prepared,” he murmurs.
“I’m set to be a lawyer,” I say, biting into my crust. “This is my foreplay.”
He smirks.
“Funny, I remember you liked a different kind of foreplay.”
I accidentally inhale my pizza causing a rough cough. My face heats.
This mother fucker.
I take a drink of a bottle of water from the table and clear my throat.
When I gather myself, he’s leaning back on the couch, that permanent smug smile on his face.
“My turn?”
My face drops.
“Yourturn?”
“Yeah,” he looks surprised. “You didn’t think I’d come unprepared did you?”
He grabs a folder laying on the side table and slips it in front of us.
