The Temporary Husband
We both pause, scrambling for our phones, it won’t be right, the universe wouldn’t be such a bi–
“11:43 pm.” Ivan mutters like he cannot believe his eyes.
I laughed hard.
But not because it was funny.
It was at the fact that everything had to come together in unity against me.
“Let’s go, I can’t wait to see you in the outfit, Mr. King.”
My eyes were narrowed at him, he didn’t care, my court jester had the world’s largest grin as he paid for the ugly outfits.
“What are you even doing here?” I ask Court in annoyance.