"I don't want to talk about it, Huck. Put the money in her account as soon as we get off the phone. And I want the condo retitled in her name within the next hour. Send a courier with the finished documents to her apartment," I instruct.

He whistles. "You're a sucker for punishment, aren't you?"

"Just do it," I direct and hang up.

I text him the address, pace some more, then go into my gym. I work out for a few hours, trying to figure out how I'll get her back.

It's over. She signed.

I'm not signing.

Everything was perfect last night. It hurts she signed the annulment paperwork, but I won't give her up without a fight.

I step off the treadmill, soaked with sweat. I get in the shower, quickly scrub down, then step out. I'm about to shave when my buzzer goes off. I go to the front door and hit the button. "Yeah?"

"There's a Georgia Peach here to see you," my security guard states.

Goose bumps break out on my skin. I reply, "Give her full access and send her up."

It takes a few moments, and I open the door, too antsy to wait any longer. As soon as the elevator opens, she takes a step out and then freezes. She drags her eyes down my body, back up, and her cheeks turn red.

I realize I'm still in my towel. "I just got out of the shower. Come in."

She hesitates.

I open the door wider and motion for her to enter. "Georgia, I'm not going to bite you."

She nervously laughs, lifts her chin, then brushes past me.

The electricity I always feel whenever she's around hits me like a fresh bolt of energy.

Goddamn it, I've got to figure this out.

We get inside and an awkward silence hangs between us. I'm trying to figure out what to say when she holds an envelope out toward me. She takes a deep breath and asserts, "This is yours."

I glance at it. "What is it?"

She squares her shoulders. "It's the title you just sent to my house. And I need to transfer that money back to you. Did Huck not tell you I don't want anything? Besides, it was only supposed to be a million dollars. Why did you want to give me this condo too?"

"You know why," I answer.

She slowly shakes her head. Her voice shakes as she says, "No, I don't."

I step closer, deciding to lay it all on the line, even though I feel like I've already done that. But if she needs to hear it again, I'll say it. "I love you. I've told you so many times that I love you. What part of that do you not understand?"

She swallows hard. "Sebastian, we were supposed to sign annulment paperwork today. That was always the deal."