Marrying the quarterback

Chapter Six

“So, I get half of your money if I file for divorce?” I noted with sarcasm, reading through the contract that was pulled up concerning our fake marriage.

Maxwell gave me a concerned look before his eyes shifted over to his agent.

“That’s a fake marriage contract,” She acknowledged. “You know for a detective you are quite unobservant,”

I flipped the file shut calmly and gave her a subtle look. “Unobservant like you screwed your client over?”

Maxwell quirked an eyebrow. “Have you told Maxwell that you are looking for a new a star player to replace his position?” She’s already doing what any other agent will do when their star player is injured.

“I get that it’s hard to win battles and get respected when you are a woman, I, for, one knows the battles, so stop with the arrogant behaviour and let’s find a solution to keep Maxwell safe,”

“Fine, since Maxwell is known to be the ruthless and cold playboy of Ohio, it would be weird for you to suddenly appear in the media,” I agreed with her.

“That means no more bringing girls around the house,” Sarah locked eyes with Maxine while she informed him.

“I’ve got needs,” Maxwell shrugged, disagreeing with her.

“If you want a girl to die at your house while in my custody then bring them over,” I remarked unaffected by the baffled look he gave me—thinking I was nuts.

His smirk vanished. “If I knew that I will be treated as a suspect then I would have never agreed to protective custody,”

“We can always surround you with scary guys and big guns,” Kurt suggested, making me conceal a grin at his sarcastic tone.

“How is a girl going to protect me?” Maxwell asked, sharing his doubts.

“That’s a fair question,” I admitted, getting to my feet and stepping up to him.

Maxwell is 6’3’ft tall and at least 200 pounds and pure muscle. I was 5’7’ft tall and 140 pounds. It will take me a lot to take him down and any man higher than me since a male carries more natural strength than a woman.

“This isn’t my first undercover case and nobody has died under my watch, yet,” I assured him with confidence. “I know you are underestimating me because of my height but I have wild skills, trained hard and worked even harder than the rest of my class. I can take a punch but deliver one just as hard. I can stand here all day and give you my ratings from the gym locker battles or my cases but it would be a waste of my breath.”

“My lieutenant won’t put me on a case if he doesn’t believe I can do it and that’s all reassurance you need,”

Kurt nodded his head in agreement. He knows about all the injuries I sustained over the years working on the street, running after bad guys, getting punched in the face and thrown like a ragged doll but I got them down and cuffed.

I have been shot twice and had bullets removed from my chest both times. The job ain't easy but I get it done by knuckling up and going back out there.

Maxwell still didn’t look convinced. “Fine, take a shot at me,” I ordered him.

“What?”

“Punch me, if you can,” I instructed.

“I don’t punch women,” Maxwell replied, at least showing me a good side of him.

“That’s good to know but I still need you to throw a punch,”

Kurt took a step back and gestured for Sarah to do the same.

Maxwell contemplated for a while before launching a shot at me. He was strong, I had to give him that but I caught his arm between my arms and twisted it, bringing him to his knees screaming out in pain.

I felt a soft crackle underneath my hand from where our skins brushed. His skin felt smooth and warm, and I felt the power in his muscles coursing beneath my fingers.

I let go of his hand and helped him up. “Don’t let me get out my gun because I don’t miss,”

After finishing up school, I joined the marines and after four years of completing my service duty, I decided not to re-enlist and joined the police academy.

“Aren’t she a bit scary to be my wife?” He asked, realizing that I am a little bit too buff instead of having luscious, soft curves and fake breasts.

“Do you want us to find another way to protect you or just leave?” Kurt asked, giving Maxwell an option.

“I will play your game but then I need you to co-operate with mine,” Maxwell suggested.

“I am not going to wear dresses, or high heels and fake eyelashes,” I informed him before he even suggests that idea.

“Then how are we going to make the public believe we are madly in love, Burgess?” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

“It’s Johnson now, or did you forget?” I raised my hand, showing him the engagement ring, I was wearing.

He took my hand in his and stared at the ring. “I look cheap giving my “wife” a small, worthless ring,” He said to his agent.

I arched an eyebrow at his statement. “You like spending money?”

He looked at me. “If it is on the girl I love, yeah I will spoil her with the best things,”

“Well,” I pulled my hand from his. “I am not the girl you love—I am just a detective doing her job,”

“Still, I need to make an impression that I am serious and that ring is saying that I am not,”