Fake Marrying My Ex's Father-In-Law

CHAPTER 002

DAMIEN'S POV

“So, Mr. Rothwell... I think you will find that I have qualities you will enjoy.” The woman sitting across from me spoke in a soft, low voice. Her hands moved down to her chest as she fixed her blouse for what felt like the tenth time, leaning forward to make sure I was looking at her. Then, with a sly smile, she reached under her shirt, unhooked her bra, and let her breasts wobble freely beneath the thin fabric.

“Like what?” I asked. My voice was cold and sharp.

Her hands stopped moving, and her smile faded for a second before returning. "I just mean that we would work very well together. I am very... flexible."

I put my pen down on the desk and let out a long, heavy sigh. "Ms. Walter."

"You can call me Sophie."

"I will not." I rested my hands on the table and looked straight at her. "You are the seventh woman I have interviewed today, and every single one of you has done the exact same thing. You sit down, and within five minutes you are trying to find a way to take off your clothes."

Her smile disappeared completely. "I don't know what you mean."

"The woman before you dropped her pen three times. The one before her spilled water on her shirt and offered to take it off. Another one actually tried to climb onto my lap." I stood up and picked up my phone. "You were planning something just like that, and I don't want to waste any more time. This interview is over."

"Wait, I don't understand!" Her voice got louder, dropping the sweet act. "I am young, I am pretty, and I am ready to do whatever it takes. Just give me one night. Let me show you what I can do."

"That is the whole problem. This job requires you to do nothing, and none of you can do that. You just see this as a way to climb the social ladder instead of a contract to fulfill."

The door opened, and my assistant, Jason, walked in looking sorry. He hated being here and doing this. And so did I.

“Escort Ms. Walter out,” I said.

Sophie quickly fixed her blouse and grabbed her expensive purse, but refused to move. "You cannot just throw me out. Do you know who my father is? He owns..."

"I know exactly who your father is," I interrupted, staring at her coldly. "He has been begging to get a meeting with me for six months. You can tell him this will not get him one."

Her mouth opened, but she had nothing left to say. "You will regret this," she snapped, walking toward the door. "You think you are special? You are just a lonely, bitter old man with too much money, and nobody actually cares about you." She slammed the door shut.

Her words stung a bit, mostly because a small part of me wondered if she was right.

Jason sighed softly. "Should I bring in the next person, sir?"

"Send them all home. Every candidate on that list," I said, loosening my tie and throwing my jacket onto a chair. “This was a waste of time.”

"Sir, we have been doing this for three weeks," Jason reminded me gently. "You said you needed a wife before the quarterly gala."

"I said I needed a solution," I replied, looking out the window at the city. "And all I have found are greedy women who will do what Marissa did, or worse. Why is it so hard to find one who would just do nothing?"

The private room suddenly felt too small and stuffy. I needed to see something other than desperate women trying to seduce me. "I will be in the main dining area," I told Jason. "Tell them to bring my food there."

I pushed the door open and left without waiting for his response.

The main restaurant area was a bit busy. I sat at a quiet corner, with my bodyguards standing a short distance away. My food arrived, but I was not hungry anymore after wasting another day.

Suddenly, a loud, annoying voice carried across the room. A man two tables away was leaning over his plate, talking down to a young girl with sharp eyes. They seemed to be arguing heavily. But there was something about the way she fired back at him without hesitation that caught my attention. She wasn’t like the other girls I had spent hours listening to. She was different.

After a few minutes, I saw her eyes drift to me, and our gaze locked. I didn’t look away, and for some time, neither did she, before she turned back to her date. A minute later, she stood up and walked forward. But not to the exit. She was coming straight to me. And without any warning, she leaned over and pressed a hard kiss on my lips.

For a moment, I froze. But then instinct took over, and an idea popped into my head. My hand found her waist and pulled her closer. She fell into my lap, and I deepened the kiss so the whole restaurant would see it. She went stiff and put her hands on my chest to push me away.

I didn't let her go. "Cooperate," I murmured against her mouth, "unless you want him following you home."

That made her relax just a little. I made sure we kissed long enough to leave no doubts, then released her slowly. She stood up, turned around, and faced her date, who had walked over looking furious.

"You..." the man sputtered, his face red with rage. "You w***e!"

SLAP!

A loud slap echoed through the entire restaurant. Gasps escaped from the crowd as the man’s face snapped to the side.

"You're wrong," she said, calm and clear. "He's just more… sexually satisfying." She said with a cold smile.

The man touched his cheek, his eyes wide in shock. "You think you can just..."

"I think I just did," she cut him off, taking a step forward. “And I think if you say another word, I'll do it again. Only this time, I'll aim lower."

The man looked at her, then at me, and then at the other people watching in the restaurant. “Screw this,” he muttered. He grabbed his jacket and stormed out.

The girl let out a long sigh after he left, then turned to me. “Thanks for the help, sir. And I'm so sorry for the kiss.”

I didn’t say anything so she turned to walk away. But my hand shot out and caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. "Sit with me.” I pointed to the chair across from me. She hesitated, but eventually she sat down.

“What is this about?” she asked, looking on guard. “If it's about the kiss, I'm sorry once again. Can you please just let it slide this once?” She raised a single finger.

“Marry me.”

The words left my lips like a blade. I watched her freeze, her breath catching sharply in her throat.