Chapter Fourty Eight

Nala.

Did I really hear him well or was I hallucinating, imagining things.

“Your future wife?” my head was still fuzzy from the kiss, my limbs heavy with arousal, and i was certain i must have heard him wrong, he didn't just say wife. There was no way.

“Yes. I have thought it through and it is the only thing to be done.” He said it so pragmatically, as though anyone should be able to see his point.

“I’m not going to marry you Jordan,” i said, trying to match his tone. If he wanted to try to have an insane discussion as calmly as if we were talking about the weather then i was more than up to the challenge. I certainly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of rattling my self control more than once in a five minute time span.

"You don't want to marry me?" he asked shocked.

"I did not say that, but we barely know each other. Am pregnant with another man's child. A man who also married me and now is trying to kill me. You can't just say that like it's normal."

"I like you Nala,