"Don't patronize me. Everything is about what I can or can't do. If there are ways that I can break the terms, then there need to be ways that you can be in breach too," I point out.

Silence fills the line.

"I'm not signing if it's not a two-way street," I declare.

"Fine. What do you want to add to it?" he asks.

"I'm not allowed to cheat, but you're not allowed to cheat either. You aren't making a fool out of me," I proclaim.

"I don't have any plans of doing anything of the sort. I'm just going to be working all month," he replies.

"Sure you will."

His tone sounds like I offended him. He questions, "What's that mean?"

I tell another white lie, "Nothing."

He deeply exhales. "What's your next issue, Georgia?"

"Please clarify the not engaging with your family terms. What exactly does that mean?"

He answers, "It means what is stated."

I huff. "Does it mean I don't get a minute to myself all day long? Is it only for events? That's subjective, so you need to clarify it."

"Of course I don't mean that you can't have a minute to yourself," he states.

I order, "Well, clarify it in writing or take it out. I'm not letting something subjective stop you from paying me."

A few moments pass, then he caves. "I'll have the attorney add that you need to be present at family events."

"Good."

"Next issue?" he questions.

My butterflies spark to life again. I inquire, "What does engage in PDA mean, Sebastian?"

"Are you really this technical?" he quizzes.

"Yeah, I am because I don't trust you."

He dramatically gasps, then asserts, "You don't trust me, but you're marrying me."

"Ha ha," I scoff.

"Georgia, I'm not out to screw you," he claims.

It doesn't appease my worries. This is Sebastian Cartwright. He's known for his shrewd money skills. And he agreed to pay me way more than he wanted.

He adds, "The whole point of taking you is so you can act like a good little wife while I get my business done."

"We agreed to no sex," I remind him.

"PDA isn't sex."

"Then tell me what it is so I'm not surprised," I demand.

"Really? Has no man ever shown their desire for you in public before? Or are you one of those women who has to keep everything on lockdown unless you're in the bedroom?" he arrogantly questions.

I shift in my seat. It's not a secret Sebastian has way more experience than I do. I've never dated anyone who wasn't a perfect gentleman. Something tells me there's nothing gentlemanly about my future husband.

Scared, I blurt out, "Deal's off."

"What? No," he says.

"I said no sex."

"We're getting married, Georgia. We'll be newlyweds. We have to act like it in front of others. That's not sex though," he states.