Page 26 of Marry Lies
I grin. “You’re going to hate the bedroom.”
His eyes widen slightly as he stalks toward his bedroom, throwing the door open. I stand up and follow him inside, watching as he takes in the bright orange duvet cover. It’s velvet, but the middle is bright orange faux fur. I’d snooped around a bit earlier but found nothing incriminating other than a mirror above his bed.
I don’t want to think about whatthat’sfor.
He heads into the bathroom and glances down at the tufted butterfly rug that, in my opinion, gives the bathroom an entirely new feel.
Spinning on his heels, he crosses his arms as he turns to face me. “You have…interesting taste,” is all he says.
“Thank you. I like it,” I tell him, though I know he meant it as an insult. I lean against the door frame as Miles walks around the bathroom once. “Besides, marriage is about compromise.” I mock.
“You call that pumpkin-colored bed a compromise?” he growls.
I smile. “You’re really going to hate the refrigerator I ordered for the living quarters, then,” I tell him.
His nostrils flare as walks over to me. Placing a hand on the door frame, he’s close enough to touch. “You should have asked me for money.”
I roll my eyes. “I told you. I don’t want your money.”
“Yes, but I also don’t want you to go into debt,” he says, his voice almost soft. Almost like he’s concerned. “What’s mine is yours.”
I swallow thickly. “But we’re not married yet. Plus, a lot of it came from my flat in London.”
“Which is surely just dazzling and filled with pink puppies and singing, yellow flowers.”
I look up at him. “No pink puppies, unfortunately. Don’t worry. I’ll be taking everything with me in a year.”
“Damn straight you will. I’ve lived here for thirty-six years, and I like it how it is.”
He’s so fucking hot and cold. One minute, I think he might be concerned about me. And in the next breath, he’s insulting me.
“Wonderful, we’re in agreement then. Don’t worry, you’ll have your boring appliances back when we get divorced.”
“How much did you spend?” he asks.
I shrug. “Not very much.”
“I’ll have Luna reimburse you.”
“I told you I won’t be taking a cent of your money. Not now and not ever. I’ve done perfectly fine for myself for twenty-eight years—”
“Aren’t you, though? Maybe you’re not taking my money, but you certainly have no qualms about taking my father’s money.”
Hurt lances through me. Despite everything that’s happened to me in the last year, I’ve had one thing to cling to.
My integrity.
But he’s right.
I have no qualms about taking his father’s money.
I’m just about to tell him that he can take his father’s money and shove it up his arse when he says something that makes zero sense.
“Don’t take his money. Letmehelp you instead.”
I bark out a laugh. “Like that’s any better. At least there are no strings attached with your father. I can only imagine the things you’ll put me through to earn that money.”
His lips twitch, and he bends down slightly so that we’re inches apart. “Trust me, Estelle. There are always strings attached when it comes to my father.”
