Chapter 3The Fifty Million Dollar Heir

Sterling was by the cabinet, posing his toy.

"Is that thing really that fun?"

I narrowed my eyes and shimmied two steps closer.

He didn't look up. "Yes."

I closed my eyes. Patience.

I deliberately slid my strap down half an inch.

"Do you... want to play something more exciting?"

He looked up, eyes innocent. "Like what?"

Now!

I opened my arms and lunged at him like a hungry tiger.

He side-stepped. Smoothly.

Then he started doing parkour around the room.

He ran, I chased. I was seeing stars.

This guy has the stamina of a marathon runner and he’s using it to play tag in the master suite!

He ran me in circles for twenty minutes. I didn't even touch the hem of his shirt.

I was panting, hair sticking to my sweaty face, my dress twisted.

"S-stop... running..." I wheezed, holding my waist.

He stood six feet away, clutching the toy. "Stop chasing."

...

Hard power won't work.

Fine. A battle of patience?

I threw myself onto the bed, pulled out my phone, and started playing a MOBA game.

“First Blood!”

My phone blared.

He glanced at me, fingers still adjusting Captain Galaxy’s pose.

Unbelievable.

Other newlyweds are burning the sheets; we’re playing video games and dolls.

This marriage is truly one of a kind.