I hate every time he calls me "kid." It's a reminder that I'm not fully respected the way my father is, but there's no one besides Huck who can do this for me. I don't trust anyone else. So I admit, "My father gave me an ultimatum. I have to go home for the holidays between December 1st and January 2nd. If I don't, he'll name Alexander CEO and not me."

Huck whistles. "Well, that's a pretty big ultimatum."

I nod. "Yeah, and you know how my mother is."

Huck chuckles. "Yep, I sure do."

"Then you understand why a fake wife is the only way to stop her from trying to hook me up with every blood-sucking, available woman in town," I claim.

"Just pretend this new woman is your fiancée," he offers.

I grunt. "And have everyone tossing that she's number five in my face? No thanks."

"Seems like a little embarrassment is an easier road to travel down," he suggests.

I rise, pace my office, and scrub my face. "No. I've made up my mind. Now, listen, I need to ensure this prenup is ironclad, Huck."

He caves. "All right. It's your bed to lie in. Give me the details."

Relieved, I reveal, "It needs to say that on January 2nd when we annul the marriage, she gets a million dollars."

"Are you insane?" Huck accuses.

"That's what she insisted upon. She negotiated better than you do," I confess.

Huck's tone gets rougher. "She better have some good benefits for that amount of money."

The hairs on my neck rise as I claim, "I said the paperwork needs to state she gets it. I didn't say I wanted you to not put in loopholes."

He mutters, "Poor girl. She has to put up with you and then you're going to cut her paycheck."

"Since when are you a stand-up type of guy?"

He ignores my comment, asking, "What kind of loopholes are you looking for?"

"I don't know. You're the attorney, so figure it out. Make sure I can pay her less than a million but not less than $100,000 when this is over. But she needs to think she's getting a million dollars," I add, feeling a tad guilty. But I'm not a reckless billionaire. What Georgia asked for is greedy, as far as I'm concerned.

Huck's sinister little laugh fills the phone. "All right. I can do that. So let's talk about some things. What else do you want in there besides the fact she gets a million dollars? What would be some things she could do that would break the contract?"

I ponder his question for a moment, then say, "No cheating." Georgia may think we're not sleeping together, but she'll be at my mercy before she knows it. And I'll be damned if another man touches her.

"Is she like fiancée number three?" he inquires.