Married To The Bully Basketball Player

Six

Amelia’s POV

I needed to know why he was offering me this “golden opportunity” on a platter of gold, because I knew him enough to know that there was something in it for him.

“Are you trying to think of a lie to tell me?” I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to act petty, before he treated me like a child once again.

Knowing Luke, he would take any and every opportunity to taunt me, just because he wanted to, and because he could.

“Well, let's see what you have to say then.” I said mentally, waiting patiently.

Luke was sitting back in his chair now, looking at me as if he was examining something under a microscope. I guess he was thinking of whether or not to tell me why he needed me as his wife, or what he would gain.

He was probably thinking of something pun to say, and when he spoke, he didn’t disappoint me.

“Relax. This isn’t about something s****l. I just need a wife for a reason, that’s all you need to know.” He said.

“A reason you don’t think I should know about?” I asked and he shrugged.

“If it was important that I tell you, I would.” He said casually, as if he just didn’t tell me that I wasn’t important enough to know about his plans.

His ego was as big as his chest, and I wondered why he decided I was the one to help for whatever reason he was keeping from me.

"And why would I help you?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest, and for a moment, I could have sworn his eyes dropped to my chest as he looked at me, with something in his expression, but I could be mistaken.

It was gone before I could even define what it was, so it must be all in my head. Why would he look at my chest instead of my face anyway?

Must be my head playing a cruel trick on me, telling me he was interested enough to look anywhere but my eyes.

He smiled now at my question. "Because we're going to help each other. I'll help you with your problem and you help with mine.” He said, even though he wouldn’t mention the problem.

There was this assurance on his face like he knew I would say yes, and I wondered whether the smile would drain off his face when I said no. I knew he only wanted me to be his wife because he knew he would never fall for me and stay in a marriage he obviously didn't want, but I wasn't going to do this.

This was a rule twist to the revenge I thought I would get. What revenge was I getting if I married the man, only for him to even hurt me again.

“No, thanks for the offer, but no thanks.” I said.

Against my belief of the expression I thought would come on his face, he grinned. "I guess you don't care about your little firm as much as you think you do.” He said.

“Oh really? I don't know if you're crazy or just being annoying, but you're asking me for a favor, someone you don't care about, and you think I would say yes to the crazy ass offer?” I pushed up my brows.

“Because I would be helping you too, and it's a win-win. You don't have to do anything a wife does, all you have to do is be married to me for a year and appear with me outside a few times a month, go to some functions with me, and attend most of my games.” He said.

I scoffed at the ridicule offer.

“Again, I say no.” I said.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead as if me proving stubborn was giving him a headache. "Well then, you leave me with no choice but to decline you to design this house. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Have a great day.”

Holy s**t, he was dismissing me.

This wasn't good.

I should be able to think of the better side of this. Marrying him, even though it was on paper alone would help me achieve my revenge. I would get to know him well and hurt him where I knew would hurt the most. I could also use the money to better the firm.

“Why are you still sitting there?” he asked.

Luke was such an ass, and he was even worse now. Sighing, I said. "Fine, but I get to put in my own rule as well.”

He smiled. "I don't care, as long as you get married to me and stay married for a year or so, then I'm fine.” He said.

Grunting, I was about to tell him I didn't care much when the door opened again. Delia came in and handed the file to him. "Here, boss.” She said.

“Oh, I have good news for you.” He said and the woman looked from him to me and back.

“What's going on?” she asked with a small furrow of her brow.

“Remember I told you about someone back in high school, named Butterfly?” he said and when she nodded, he said, pointing at me. "This is she, sitting right in front of me.”

Delia looked at me with a surprised smile, and I wondered what the hell he told her. I bet it wasn't the truth anyway, because she wouldn't be looking at me with a smile right now.

“And you want to know what the funny thing is? I told her about my need of a wife, and she offered to help.” He said.

I frowned at the way he twisted what had happened. He had practically forced my hands and now he said I offered.

Delia walked to me with her hand stretched towards me and then she said. "Congratulations, then. Nice to meet you, future Mrs. Whitlock.”

Calling me that made my heart raced, but beyond that, it made me want to smile because I was happy.

I caught myself before I grinned, taking her hand. "It's nothing. Luke and I were friends back in high school. Although, he was such an ass, but I can always handle him.” I said.

If he wanted to play a game, then I was game as well.

Two can surely play.