“Why?”

“To avoid exactly what happened with us… people sneaking around, hooking up in corners… or worse.”

“So, what you’re saying is…” I grinned, barely containing my glee at his slip-up, “we’re in a relationship?”

He smirked, clearly not meaning to let that one slip. “Yeah, a relationship defined by a prenup where you get nothing of mine. And it ends when I say it ends.”

“When my dad’s destroyed?” That part stung.

“If I wanted him dead, he’d already ...