“Yamada . . .”

“No is not an answer Yamada will respond to. You want to talk business, you come Thursday to see my new island. Yamada’s Booty Paradise has a nice ring to it, no?” A female giggle cuts over the line and Yamada chuckles and then shushes her. “Got to go, King. I’ll text you the island coordinates. See you Thursday.”

“No. Wait. Yamada—” Silence is all I’m met with, and I curse as I hang up the phone.

A few seconds later, he sends coordinates to one of the small pieces of land in the British Virgin Islands via text.

I scrub both hands down my face. I’m not blind as to what Yamada is trying to do. His matchmaking between Margo and me isn’t going to work. I’m not interested in a relationship, and Margo hates my guts, so I know she doesn’t want one with me either. Earlier today, she clearly showed her disdain about being married to me. I know she won’t appreciate Yamada’s meddling with our lives any more than I do.

I jerk my gaze over to Margo. She chose to take the seat across the aisle instead of bravely facing me as she did on the way out here. In her current seat, her head faces away from me, causing me to take note of her striking profile. Her dark hair is pulled back in a low-set ponytail and those dark-rimmed glasses that she tends to wear around the office covers her eyes. Even when she doesn’t seem to be trying to attract my attention, she always manages to capture it. She’s really one of the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever seen.

Too bad she’s also one of the biggest bitches on the planet.

“Bad news.” She whips her head in my direction and meets my gaze. “It seems that Yamada has requested my presence at a private island this week.”

Margo clutches her chest in dramatic shock. “That sounds so horrible for you. A private island? You poor thing. How will you ever survive?”

The sarcasm isn’t missed in her voice, and it only makes me want to burst her little attitude bubble. “Trust me. It will be a complete fucking nightmare, especially since he says that I have to bring you along.”

I fully expect her to get pissed and start shouting about all the reasons that she can’t possibly accompany me to this island, but she doesn’t do that. Instead, a wicked smile crosses her face. Instantly, that irritates me off. I don’t like that she’s pleased about this one damn bit.

“I don’t know why you’re so happy about this,” I grumble.

That only causes her smile to widen. “Just means that Yamada is starting to like me too. I told you that he would be my friend.”

My nostrils flare at that thought, but I know that no matter what Margo Buchanan believes, Yamada would never take her side over mine.

“When do we leave?” she asks.

“Yamada apparently owns one of the islands next to the British Virgin Islands, so it’ll take us about six hours to fly there. Then we’ll need to get a helicopter or boat to take us over to wherever this place is. If I want to make a deal with Yamada, then we have no other choice but to go. Once Yamada gets his mind stuck on something, he tends to get his way.”

“Looks like the game is still on when it comes to Yamada,” Margo muses.

It’s time to remind her that I’m still the boss in this situation. “Don’t get your hopes up, Princess. Yamada will never sign a deal with you over me. He’s my friend.”

She lifts her eyebrow. “You’re not the only one who got an invite to chat, King, so it looks like he’s my friend, too.”

Dammit. I hate that she’s right. Yamada does like her or else he would have never been so welcoming once he figured out that he wasn’t getting into her pants. That also means this could be big trouble for me if she can figure out a way to sweet talk him in to doing a deal directly with her father instead of me. It will cost me far too much money and I won’t allow that to happen.

When we land at the airstrip just outside the city, Margo rushes off the plane. She demanded that I order a car to be waiting for her because she refused to be trapped with me any longer than she had to. She doesn’t even glance in my direction as she heads toward it.

Guess the fucking honeymoon’s over.

I shove myself up from the smooth leather seat and button my jacket as I make my way off the plane. The late afternoon sun hits me full force as I step outside, causing me to whip out a pair of sunglasses from my inside pocket and then slide them on my face.

It’s then that I notice Jack leaning against the limo with his arms crossed as he waits for me. Even though his sunglasses shield his eyes, the smirk on his face tells me that I’ve opened myself up to a never-ending line of jokes about my random Vegas nuptials. “Your wife isn’t riding with us?”

I shake my head. “Don’t start your shit.”

“What?” Jack says with a slight chuckle as I slide into the limo first with him following right behind me. “I’m not allowed to ask about your wife?”

“She’s not my wife,” I snap.

This only causes Jack to laugh harder. “Sure, she is. It’s legal and everything.”

“Fuck.” It’s the only word that comes to mind. I’m totally fucked here. “How bad is it?”

Jack raises his eyebrows. “Well, if the two of you didn’t consummate your marriage, I’m sure we could’ve had a quick annulment, but—” I pull my glasses off and give him my best you know me better than that look which cuts him off. “That’s what I thought. We fight it. I’m not exactly a divorce lawyer, but I’m sure we can bring on a few other attorneys who specialize in high-profile cases to help. We might stand a chance.”

“A chance?” There’s a catch in my voice. “You have got to be fucking kidding me! You’re telling me that after being married for one fucking day, it possible Margo Buchanan can take me to the fucking cleaners? This is fucking insane.”

“Buddy, what’s insane is you marrying a woman who’s out for your blood. What possessed you to do it? I mean, I know she’s hot, but was fucking her really worth all this trouble? What the hell were you thinking?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I don’t know.”

I wish I could blame marrying Margo solely on Yamada, but I know that wouldn’t be exactly fair. Being with Margo this weekend was exciting. She didn’t take my shit, and I find that insanely attracted. Hell, maybe Jack can plead a case of temporary insanity because the woman causes me to lose my damn mind. Yamada said it didn’t take much convincing for me to marry Margo, and in my gut, I know that’s probably true. I drank enough liquor to kill a horse, so I know the logical part of my brain was not functioing, and my dick did any major decision-making.

I lift my head and stare out the window as the car cuts through traffic, getting us closer to Manhattan. “How quickly can we get this resolved?”

“Well, that depends,” Jack replies.

“On . . .” I prod as I whip my gaze in his direction.

He sighs. “On whether or not Margo Buchanan cooperates.”

I release a bitter laugh. “She hates me, so that won’t happen.”

“That’s too bad. Dragging things out can cause problems. If the board catches wind about your fly-by-night nuptials, they may begin to question your integrity.”

“My integrity? Are you fucking serious? This little mishap with Margo has nothing to do with my ability to run King Corporation. This business means more to me than anything else.” I shake my head, reeling from the disbelief that Jack’s even bringing this up. “I would rather slice off my own hand than do something to damage the empire my father built.”

“I know that, but the board . . . they don’t know you like I do, and well, you’ve amassed quite a reputation in this city when it comes to women. The board may perceive your rash decision to marry Margo and then immediately divorce her as you being a bit . . . flighty.”

I raise one eyebrow. “Me . . . flighty? I’m an emanate professional. Why does who I fuck and accidentally marry bring my character into question?”