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"You’re certainly turning it into one"

"I can’t believe you! Two fucking years, and you just hand n another piece of paper!? Is this a fucking joke!?" Tate was al

"Calm the fuck down"

"You calm down! Jesus, Jaer’!?" she hissed at hith of his nose at her

"More like a hostile takeover," he corrected her

"You did this because you thought I wouldn’t go for it," she suddenly blurted out

"Excuse ht up the absolute worst way possible to propose, the most dickheadish way possible, so I’d say no, didn’t you!?" she deive me too much credit"

"Get fucked"

"That’s your job"

"You knohat, fuck you You think you can pull so around for the pen he’d offered She spied it on the floor and scooped it up "I a contract, co your fucking arm, Tate Wouldn’t want to put you out," he said in his scary soft voice

"Nope Too late," she said in a sing song voice as she placed the prenup on a table and leaned over it, signing it with a flourish "Can’t take it back now, asshole A fucking prenup Not even a ’goodto herself as she sto?" he asked She grabbed her sandals, hopped around as she slipped therowled

"Ready to do what?"

"Shopping"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You want to get ered? Then one ofexpensive white dress," Tate infor to pull on her jacket

"Tate, just calhed, rubbing a hand over his face

"Too late for that! You had all this ti deal and drawing up a fucking contract wasto take place?" she asked, throwing her purse strap over her head

"We need to be there at six o’clock," he told her, glancing at his watch She gaped at hiave ht hours," she said softly He reached for her

"If you’d just let an to say, but she yanked away