“Could you give us a minute, Silvan? I need to talk to babygirl,”
Ashley cleared her throat, “No suggestive remarks,”
“Ashley,” Hornor corrected himself with a grin. Silvan patted his long time boss on the shoulder before shutting the door behind himself. “What is this?” Hornor took a step forward, sweeping the top paper off the desk.
“ This is the great divide. I wrote out a contract for you to sign. It doesn’t just include me. It entails my entire family. You’re brother brought up an amazing idea when we had a conversation a few months back. You and I need to be on a contract.”
He pursed his lips, flipping the sheet backward, “Bullshit. Where’s the part that says your mine.”
“We’ve been over this, Honor. I am not yours.”
His brow raised, “ So, your his?”
“I am mine,” she snapped. Her fingers combed through her freshly washed hair. “ Would you just sign it?”
Honor tossed the page back on the desk, “Baby, I’m going to need my lawyer present.”
“You’re fucking impossible,” she retorted, standing from her seat. “I’m trying to make things easier for our families and you’re not helping.”
“Honestly, Ash they can fuck themselves. If you wanna play their little game go right ahead. But at the end of the day you will always be unhappy.” he straightened his tie. “I have a meeting.”
“Than fuck off,” she sneered.