𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Being a Bass comes with a price. Controversy, publicity, and sometimes having to save peoples asses. Which is what you had to do a few weeks ago.

Marrying Carter Baizen wasn’t on your bingo card for this year but here you are: In a huge penthouse, on a white couch with a 24 Karat gold ring on your finger. Marrying your childhood enemy didn’t change anything between you two. He was still a cocky, slutty, asshole and you were still a bitch with a bad attitude. Of course it didn’t change anything. This marriage was a business deal, not an act of love and commitment. But atleast Carter got the inheritance his grandparents left him for when he got married, and you got half of it.

One thing you would change is the living situation. The penthouse is nice. Beautiful even. But hearing Carter with his woman of the streets every night isn’t as pleasant as the view of the upper east side.

Your body sank deeper into the couch as the bright yellow sun contrasted with the beautiful orange and purple swirling in the sky. Your peace was interrupted by two voices and footsteps coming down the stairs. You peaked your head up, watching as Carter kicked out the girl from last night, dodging her kiss and saying goodbye.

A scoff left your lips which caught Carters attention. He closed the door behind the blond girl and walked over to you. “Got something you want to say?”