Page 124 of The Baby Twist

“Okay.” I held the sheet against me as I sat up.

“This marriage isn’t real, and it can never be. We made an arrangement, and now you’re five hundred thousand dollars richer.”

“I know that, Miles.”

“I don’t answer to you, and you don’t answer to me. We live our separate lives for the next year.”

“I’m fully aware of that.”

“Okay. I just want to make sure you understand that. Get dressed, and I’ll show you my office.”

I furrowed my brows as I slipped on my white beaded cocktail dress and followed him.

“You can use this office anytime you want for your studies,” he spoke. “As long as I’m not using it. I do a lot of work in here at night.”

“Okay. I have my laptop, so I can do my studies anywhere.”

“My driver, Sean, will be available when you need him as long as I don’t. If he’s not available, take a cab. I don’t want you to take the subway. Understand?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “I won’t take the subway.”

“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “Tomorrow night, we’re meeting my Uncle Ben for dinner, so you’ll need a nice dress. I’m unsure if you have any, so I want you to buy one at Bergdorf’s. You can put it on my account there.”

“Okay.”

He gripped my hips. “I have to go into the office. I’ll be home later. Get unpacked and make yourself comfortable.”

“I have homework to catch up on.” I smiled.

“That’s good. Your studies are important. I’ll see you later.”

After he left, I went into the open sun-flooded kitchen with Glasso’s countertops, custom white cabinetry, two oversized sub-zero refrigerators, top-of-the-line stove, and four built-in ovens, graced the chef’s kitchen. This was every woman’s dream. I opened the fridge and saw it was fully stocked with meats, fruits, and vegetables. Grabbing a bottle of water, I took it to my bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothing.

I stared at the diamond band on my finger, which alerted me that I was now Mrs. Miles Bradshaw. I barely knew my husband, and even though this was a marriage of convenience, I really didn’t know anything about him.

I walked up the marbled staircase in the hallway, which led to a room with a sectional, TV, a large bar, and a black baby grand piano. A glass door led to the rooftop terrace, which housed potted plants, lounge chairs, and a large outdoor table set. I stood and stared at the view of the city. It was indescribable, and I could see myself doing a lot of studying out here, at least in the warmer months.

Chapter Twelve

Miles

“Your uncle was looking for you,” Isla said as I walked into my office.

“I’m sure he was. What did you tell him?”

“That you were across town for an appointment.” She glanced at my finger.

Isla was not only my secretary; she was my right-hand person. She kept me organized. She was valuable to me, considering she worked for me for the last six years. She knew some of my secrets, and I trusted her with my life. Besides, she was in with my plan because she would move up when I took over as CEO.

“So, how did it go?” she asked.

“As good as any courthouse marriage.”

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

“You will in time. I need those reports. I know that’s why my uncle wants to see me.”

“They’re right there on your desk.” She pointed.