ckly realized this wasn’t my room.
Chapter 21 Sign It
“Wasn’t I waiting for Humberto at the bar yesterday? Where am I?” I thought.
Bleary–eyed, I took in the villa around me. Last night’s memories flooded back.
“I got drunk. Humberto brought me here. So … this is his place?” I wondered.
Stunned, I scanned the luxurious decor. This was one of the city’s most exclusive neighborhoods.
How did an “escort” afford this?
“What are you doing?”
Humberto stood nearby, watching me sit frozen on the bed.
I gaped at him. “Do escorts make enough to buy a villa in Emerald Heights?”
His eye twitched. “I’m not an escort. I’m a partner at Vanguard Law Firm.”
I thought, “Not an escort?
“Wait!
“Vanguard Law Firm, the top firm in Wildemere?”
Though clueless about the law, I’d heard of them. When handling my mother’s estate, everyone urged me to hire their lawyers. Their lead attorney was legendary, undefeated in court.
Since Humberto was a partner here, it was no wonder he was loaded.
I had thought some wealthy lady bought him fancy clothes.
My face cycled from shock to relief.
At least he wasn’t some escort. No STD panic. It saved me a hospital trip I’d been dreading.
Awkwardness flooded me. I accused a successful lawyer of being an escort. It was no wonder he looked pissed when
I offered money.
“So… you’re not an escort. My bad for the misunderstanding.”
I apologized sheepishly, then frowned.
“If he’s wealthy, why agree to marry me?” I thought.
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13:04
Every detail from last night burned fresh in my mind. Seeing Humberto now made me twitchy, but I forced myself to stay calm.
I thought, “Rich guy agrees that easily? Must want something.
“Maybe… pick someone else?”
Humberto read my hesitation. He placed a hangover remedy on the nightstand and said softly, “It’s not too late to can- cel. I won’t force you. Forget yesterday’s nonsense if you want.”
“That’s not it…”
I proposed first, then slept with him. Backing out now would make me a jerk.
It was embarrassing.
Plus, finding a better candidate at the last minute was impossible. I decided to roll the dice.
“Mr. Bernard, do you have a computer?”
I asked him.
He raised an eyebrow but handed me his laptop. I drafted a prenup and printed it immediately.
“Black and white, no takebacks. I’ll take responsibility.” I shoved one copy at him. “Check the terms. Sign if it’s okay.”
I scribbled my name first, sealing the deal.
