Chapter3
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ROBERT JOHNSON(POV)
Mom, you can’t f*****g barge into my house like you own it, okay? It’s not cool. I’m a grown man and you can’t keep showing up like this.
Oh, shut your asshole Robert.
Sit, son, sit!
Why are you here? I asked calmly. Of course, I knew why she was here. It’s always the same reason.
I’m glad you finally asked. My mom replied. Well, the mayor is hosting a party this weekend. Don’t f*****g give me that face, Rob. You will listen to me!
I’m listening, mom. I said, obviously tired of the conversation.
You must attend this party. I know it’s not your thing, but you need to socialise more. We need more people to buy shares from us, and who better than the mayor himself?
So you want me to attend this dinner, then noted mom, I said standing up.
I’m not finished yet, young man. Sit.
Good, so you see, this is a dinner party, and it would only make sense if you went there with your girlfriend. Yes, because many people think you are gay.You have never appeared in any social function with a lady before. So you must attend this party with your girlfriend, Charlotte.
Charlotte? Hell no, mom, I only talk to Charlotte because of you, but she is in no way in hell my girlfriend!
Mr. man, my mom said, rising to her full height. I knew this couldn’t be good. I have already informed the mayor that you will be coming with your wife- to-be and that you guys are getting married in a month. So if you do not take Charlotte there this weekend, I will strip you of your position as CEO and get your cousin to do it. And son, I sure as hell am not bluffing!
I am not taking Charlotte anywhere, nor am I getting married anytime soon, mother.
Well, it’s either that or you forfeit your inheritance. Charlotte is the vice mayor's daughter, she suits your social status. Go alone and forget about the company!
You can’t do that, mom.
Watch me do it. My mom said that and walked out of my house with such force that it made me know she was being dead serious.
Fuck!!f**k!!f**k!!! I don’t give a s**t hole about Charlotte, and if I take her there, she’ll definitely be elated about the stupid wedding.
I needed to do something really quick. I needed someone else who would be stupid enough to marry me in one month, and once I get a seal on my inheritance, we go our separate ways, and Charlotte would never do that; she'd want to cling to me forever. s**t!
EMILY RICH( POV)
I have been working as Robert’s assistant secretary for barely two weeks now, and I’ve tried as much as I can to avoid him, but of course that’s not possible.
You called me, sir, I said immediately I entered Robert’s office. I still couldn’t look him in the face; his countenance was dominating.
Instead of responding to me, he simply pointed to a chair in front of him, and I quickly walked towards it and sat down.
Trust me, I was not ready for the next thing he said. I could have sworn he was talking to someone else, but then again, it was just the two of us in the office.
I need you to be my wife by next month and also to accompany me to a party this weekend.
I kept quiet; he must be on a phone call or something.
Of course, your services won’t be free, he continued. I know you need money; I’ve done my research on your background. You have mortgage debts, your mother is sick, and her pastry shop is on the verge of bankruptcy.
Write any amount you want on this piece of paper, sign this contract here, and we can proceed.
I kept staring into space. What the f**k was he saying? I didn’t understand a thing.
I don’t understand you, sir. I replied.
Well, I spoke English, didn’t I? I am offering you a contract marriage. Of course, it would be a marriage of convenience. You can do whatever you want. This contract would last for one year to enable me to settle something concerning my inheritance, and after that, we would go our separate ways.
Now, do you understand or do you need a translator?
I can’t, sir; this is absurd. Marriage should be based on love, I blurted out, obviously shocked by his request.
Love? He smirked. So tell me, Miss Emily, what is love to you? He said standing up.
Isn’t passion enough to start a contract marriage?
Oh my gosh, this won’t go well. The office suddenly became very small and hot. No , I should walk out of here. He was walking slowly towards me with a smirk on his face.
You say you don’t want me, Emily, but your body says otherwise. You think I don’t know
You’re dying to be with me? f**k! Every single lady in Texas obviously wants to be on my bed, and I’m giving you a rare opportunity.
I was furious; of course I had pictured myself with him a few, okay, a lot of times, but he had no right to talk to me like I was some cheap w***e.
I summoned courage, stood up, looked him in the eye, and confronted him. Hell, I don’t know where that came from.
I think you are mistaken, sir. I am here as an assistant secretary, not as a w***e to warm your bed. I said
Instead of responding, he held my face, without removing his gaze from me. I was slowly melting, but I had to keep up the show of “I’m not affected by you.” He kept bringing my face close to his. My senses went numb.
You should leave Emi; you should, I kept telling myself. But I couldn’t.
Before I could say anything, the hottest CEO in all of America locked his lips with mine.
Fuck, I had not felt this way before. With his right hand, he held the back of my head, and with his other hand, he steadied my waist so I didn't lose balance.
This was the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had; he was experienced- too experienced, in fact, as his kisses sent burning sensations to my body. I felt hot all over with my p***y dripping wet, then suddenly he stopped
.
Fuck I was so ashamed.
Can you still say you’re not interested, Miss Emily? He said with a grin on his face. I could have f****d you right now if I wanted and had you screaming my name at the top of your voice.
I’ll pick you up at 7 p.m.. sharp this Saturday; I don’t tolerate lateness! He said and walked back to his seat without even sparing me a glance.
Gosh, I’m definitely in trouble now.
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