Terms and Conditions (Dreamland Billionaires, #2)

by Lauren Asher

Attraction is one thing. Infatuation is a whole other deadly game I have no interest in playing anytime soon.

Damn right she wasn’t. Fake marriage or not, Iris is destined to be with one man and one man only. Me.

I hate weddings. They’re a cliché excuse for people to drink alcohol on my tab, all while pretending they actually care about my new marriage.

“Marriage is like going on a road trip with the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, except you have no map or fancy GPS system to help you out. You might not always agree on what music to play or which direction you should go. I can guarantee there will be moments you want to rip your hair out—or each other’s. Just like there will be times that test you, where you think

“She taught me how some people need a hundred words to express a single thought, while some people only need one word to share a hundred thoughts.”

We both struggle with words in our own ways. Me with expressing them, and you with reading them.”

“Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.” “You don’t deserve ten seconds, let alone ten minutes of my time.” “How about ten words then?” I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.” “I am falling in love with you, Iris Elizabeth Kane.”

“I read somewhere online that sans serif fonts are easier for people with dyslexia to read, so I changed my requirements. Forced everyone else I oversee to switch with me or else they would face my wrath. All because I wanted to help you.”

“Daisuki1.”

“Szeretlek2.”

“Ich liebe dich3.”

“I want to be the kind of man who is worthy of a woman like you—if

“I’ll give you anything you want—anything at all—so long as you give me a chance to make you as happy as you make me. A dog. A family. A home. I want it all. These are my terms and conditions, take it or leave it because I’m not open to negotiations.”

“Because there is nothing I want more than to turn a house into a home with you.”