Terms and Conditions (Dreamland Billionaires Book 2)

Forget kissing her. I could fuck her for standing by me instead of Cal on something like this.
“I don’t like you two ganging up on me.” He rolls his eyes.
She gives his hand a pat. “It’s in your best interest. You hate business talk anyway.”
He sighs. “You’re right. Still fucked up though when you’re my best friend.”
“And he’s my husband. Don’t make me choose between you two.”

“Marry me for real this time. No contract. No inheritance. No expectations other than for you to love me despite all the reasons you probably shouldn’t.”

These are my terms and conditions, take it or leave it because I’m not open to negotiations.”

“Love isn’t conditional. I know Father made us believe that, but just because I get angry at you and vice versa doesn’t mean I don’t love you or care about you. Even if you do act like an idiot most of the time.”

“Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.”
“You don’t deserve ten seconds, let alone ten minutes of my time.”
“How about ten words then?”
I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”
“I am falling in love with you, Iris Elizabeth Kane.”

“What are you doing?”
“Helping my wife.”
My throat bobs. “You’re growing a bit too comfortable with that nickname for my liking.”
“I use it to remind you of your place.”
“And what’s that?”
“Mine.”

“I’m not confused. Far from it, actually. I know exactly what I want.”
“And what is that?”
“You.”

My grin might make my cheeks hurt, but his small smile causes my whole chest to ache.

My grin might make my cheeks hurt, but his small smile causes my whole chest to ache.

I’m sure to check the back of my dress to make sure I didn’t catch on fire for lying in the house of the Lord.