should be interesting …” I murmur.
“Not really, more like embarrassing.” He raises his eyebrows. “Basically, I am married to her. Legally.”
“So, she is your wife?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not fake or anything?”
“Well … the thing is, it’s kind of against my will.”
I frown, looking sideways at him, because I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “What?”
“It’s complicated.”
“That’s an understatement,” I jest.
“Hmm …”
When he doesn’t speak up again, I say, “Start at the beginning. That way I can get the complete picture.”
“Well, Marilyn is one of the oldest relations of the company.”
I snort when I hear the word old. I imagine her with wrinkles, and it makes me feel good. Yes, I’m that childish.
“She’s worked with us even before I became the CEO.”
“The company belonged to your father.”
“Yes,” he says. “And I used to work closely with her. Until I became CEO.”
“Oh …” Everything starts to click. “Instead of her.”
“Exactly. Because of her outstanding work for the company, she expected to get the job, but then I did,” he muses. “And that didn’t go down well with her. We talked a lot. Yelled a lot. There were plenty of fights in the office, and I totally understood her anger. She felt betrayed. And I didn’t want to lose a friend. Neither did she. I mean, we were basically torn apart by this position. I almost didn’t want to take it.”
Leo glances my way with the most sincere look I’ve seen in ages.
“I thought I could handle it, and these last few months were going so well, I thought she was over it already. I mean, everything was going well.”
He sighs, and I take a sip from my coffee to take it all in for a second.
He shakes his head. “Marilyn has always had this … thing for me.” He smashes his lips together. “I didn’t realize it at the time until it was too late.”
“Until you were suddenly married?” I laugh. “Sorry, that was a bad joke.”
“It’s funny because that is actually what really happened.”
“What?” I exclaim. “You must be shitting me, right?”
“I wish.” He rolls his eyes. “Seriously, if I’d known, I would have never have gone to Vegas with her.”
I lean forward. “What really happened when you were there?”
“We were celebrating a deal she’d just made for the company. Of course, I let myself get carried away. I mean, she practically begged me to party with her. I couldn’t say no, after all our arguments. I wanted us to be good again.”
“And then you got married …”
“While I was drunk, yeah.”
“But you got married.” I make a face. “I mean, you have to take accountability for it.”
“She got me drunk. On purpose.”
“What?” I gasp.
“She admitted it to me. On the phone.” He takes a deep breath. “She said she wanted to make me feel what I’d made her feel all those years. That’s when I knew it was deep.”
“Wait … what? She baited you into a marriage?”
“I feel uncomfortable that I have to admit it, but yes.”
“Holy shit,” I say.
“Tell me about it.”
Suddenly, laughter bursts from my mouth. Uncontrollable, loud, stupid laughter. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I shouldn’t be laughing at this. That’s bad.”
“No, it’s all right. I know, it’s pathetic.”
I gulp down some coffee to stop myself from laughing.
“I wish that was all there’s to it. I mean, I was in shock when I realized that I’d married her.”
“I can imagine. With a woman like her …” I shake my head. “Actually, I don’t want to imagine.” My body shivers from the thought.
He chuckles. “Me either, which is why I was even more horrified when I found out she did it on purpose. Even when I told her I didn’t want to get married and that it was all one huge mistake, she didn’t want to quit.”
“What? You mean she’s stringing you on, on purpose?”
“She won’t let go of me as her husband until she gets a