19. Marriage

Cas’ pov

It’s been a week since I’ve been home, and all I’ve done is focus on work while Kennedy and my mother have been busy redesigning the living room and main bedroom.

It doesn’t fucking matter anyway. She can have my bedroom. I am not sleeping in there with that bitch.

When she first rang the doorbell at my villa near the beach, I threw the door back in her face.

“Cassius, we are getting married. You’re being petty.” She had said.

“Petty… Fucking petty?” I scoffed. “You were cruel. There were many ways to make sure I stopped seeing Ripley, and you chose the one that hurt the most. You’re fucking evil.”

Emmy looked at me through the glass door. “Open the door, Cassius. Once we get married, this will be my home too. Or do you want me to get your parents involved?”

Like I was a fucking child.

So I walked off, went back to my office, and started work.

But true to her damn word, Emmy did indeed involve my mom. And mother dearest was happy to help.

I thought about canceling th