Soren
And so it began.
"Since living together is a non-negotiable, I want an amendment to the sleeping arrangements. I want my bedroom—actually, I want my own wing," she said. "I want my own entrance."
"What the hell for?" Mercer and Quinlan growled.
"So I don't accidentally bump into any of you and have my day ruined. I want a line of demarcation in the house, so we all understand where our respective spaces are. Add half the kitchen to that list. And the gym. Oh, and the pool, too."
"That is ridiculous," Jericho said.
Maisie smiled again. "Then divorce me."
Begrudgingly, we amended that, too.
"I will come and go as I please," she said.
"No," we said in unison.
Her blue eyes crinkled. "Then divorce me."
My left eye twitched in annoyance. I was an idiot. A complete retard for leaving the contract open for negotiations. I was trying to be a fucking gentleman. Look where it got us. In hell.
