The billionaire's wife

"I need a wife, Carter, I need it urgently."  Sitting in the back seat of his luxury limousine on the way to Starbucks, as if it were the only place people could meet, Rick Slotter looked at his watch. He was annoyed by Carter's mocking smile.  "Then just pick one and take it to the altar," he told him. This spontaneously uttered advice from his best friend would certainly make sense if Rick trusted the women he was seeing. Unfortunately, it is not. "So I risk losing everything?" You know me well enough to know that I will never let my emotions disturb me in something as important as a marriage contract.  ”That is exactly what he needed. An ordinary contract. A one-year business agreement in which both parties win. And then everyone goes their own way and they never have to see each other again. "Any of the women you see would be overjoyed to sign that prenuptial agreement with you." Rick considered such a possibility. But he had worked hard on his reputation as a heartless bastard to spoil it now by pretending to be in love with a woman who needed to do nothing but stand with him in front of the registrar.  "I need a woman who will agree with my life plan, not the one I like at all. Even if only physically. ” “ And you are sure a dating agency is the right address for that? ” “ They do not make love dates, they pair people. ” “ What is the difference? ”“ That your agency he finds a person who will fit into your life, not your love plan. ” “ How romantic. ”Carter's quiet sarcasm sounded like a loud sob. "Looks like I am not the only one in this situation." Carter laughed.  "Really," he murmured.  "I am sorry, but I do not know any person of your reputation and wealth who is planning such a scam, doing business with a completely unknown man." How do you know you can trust him? ” “ The character has great recommendations. By the way, he is a successful businessman who helps men in a similar situation to mine. " " What is his name? " " Him Levy. " " Never heard of him. "In front of a traffic light at an intersection, not far from where he was supposed to be. Rick meets that businessman, there is a traffic jam. It is only been a few seconds since the meeting was scheduled. Hell, I hate being late, Rick thought. "I have to be on time." "I hope you know what you are doing." "You know I am a business man, Carter." His friend sighed deeply, expressing his disagreement.  "I know that. But that is why you are a total layman for love. ” “ f**k you. ”But no matter how much he disagreed with Carter, Rick knew his friend was right. "I will, but with a woman. You are not my type. ”Rick's driver jumped out of the column to get through the green light. Recklessly and arrogantly, just as the boss asked him to. "See you tonight for a drink." After the conversation was over, Rick slipped the phone into the pocket of his expensive jacket and leaned back in his seat. So he will not be on time. A man in his position could be free to be late for more than half an hour, and the one who is waiting for him just waves his hand and says that everything is fine because, in fact, he is early. Much trusted the final results of this meeting. Finding a wife2 with the aid of using the cease of the week to maintain the own circle of relatives estate, identify and the relaxation of her father's fortune - it all depended on a man named Hime Levy. He sincerely hoped that the owner of that agency, who was recommended to him by his secretary, understood his problems well. If not, Rick may have to consider marrying Jacqueline, or maybe even Vanessa. Jacqueline has always loved her freedom more than his money. But since she had two other lovers next to him, he quickly wrote her off. So Vanessa is left. A beautiful blonde, who has already ridden the wave to become an ex due to hints that she wants to be the only one. He did not want to fool her. He is a heartless bastard, but he has never been cruel. Some of his exes would probably disagree with this claim, and the tabloids have long labeled him an arrogant and calculated type, but if they had sniffed a little and found out the truth, they could have made a good joke out of his numerous affairs. Reality, however, has no mercy on anyone, and Rick knew very well that his fake marriage would have to look real in order for his late father's lawyers to be satisfied. Neil parked the luxury black limousine right next to the curb in front of Starbucks and hurried out to open the door to his boss. As he got out of the car, Rick stopped at the entrance to the cafe with a leather briefcase in his hand, ignoring the many heads that turned toward him. As he glanced across the tables to see a man named Hime Levy, the smell of freshly ground coffee filled his nostrils. Rick imagined Hime as a businessman in a dark suit and tie, holding a thick folder with information about possible brides. Since he did not see anyone like him in the first attempt, he took off his sunglasses and once again looked over the entire cafe. Two young people were sitting at a table next to the shop window, sipping coffee, each behind the screen of their laptop. At another table, a middle-aged man in Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt was sitting and arguing with someone on his cell phone. Behind the bar stood a young married couple with a baby in a stroller. As he stepped deeper into the cafe, Rick noticed a woman with lush, curly reddish-brown hair, who was sitting with her back to him.