I'M NO BEAUTY QUEEN, I'M JUST BEAUTIFUL ME
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Carrington P.O.V.
Denver, Colorado (Mile High City)
After what seems like forever, the elevator stops and the doors open, revealing a tall, distinguished older gentleman.
This guy was well-dressed in his navy suit.
Luckily, I don't feel too out of sort in my classy business casual attire.
I am wearing my Ralph Lauren navy pinstripe button-down shirt with my Ralph Lauren brown belt, my ivory white Ralph Lauren trousers and my Micheal Kors large leather brown tote bag along with my navy crocodile print stiletto heel mid - calf boots. A couple of small simple elegant pieces of gold Versace Greca jewelry, a ring, a bracelet, a necklace and a pair of small hoop earrings.
My old navy leather gloves along with my old navy Mackage wool/cashmere military-inspired coat with a sleek double-breasted closure. I had treated myself a couple of years back at Saks Fifth Avenue. When I was going through my, all things Olivia Pope-inspired phase.
I am glad I did because it's chilly here.
I didn't want to look too flashy. My goal was to look polished, comfortable and put-together without wearing a full suit.
I wanted to make a good first impression. I know how important first impressions are to people. Therefore, the majority of the 25-hour bus ride was spent with my hair pinned up. At our last stop, I fixed my hair and did my make-up.
Plus, I treated myself to a manicure and a pedicure as well as a Dominican Blowout before I got on the bus. I knew whoever this soon-to-be hubby of mine was, that he had money. I wanted to make sure I fit in a little. Therefore, I put a lot of effort into my outfit and overall appearance.
Mr. Bucky gives him my Micheal Kors extra-large logo brown travel weekender bag.
"Follow me!" he barked like I was a dog and started walking. I don't like him already. I glanced over at Mr. Bucky. He nodded for me to follow the rude man, so I did. I practically had to jog to keep up with him.
He takes me into what looks like a home office where a short Asian woman in a white coat is sitting with a medical bag. He leaves my overnight bag at the door. He quickly takes a seat behind the huge mahogany desk.
I quickly looked around the impressive home office. Everything is made of rich dark wood and a large fire is roaring in the fireplace. Monitors line one wall but all the screens are offline.
Then, I focused my attention back on the rude man. I still don't know his name. I was informed that my future- hubby was 35, but this man looks in his late forties or early fifties.
"Have a seat!"
"Thank you."
I sat down in the chair across from him and removed my gloves. I placed them in my coat pocket. He quickly grabs a folder from off the desk. It's as if he doesn't want to touch me. This is going to be interesting.
I glance over at the woman, who's either a nurse or a doctor, but she says nothing while sitting as still as a statue. Her jet black hair is in a sleek bun.
"The plan is for you to marry Klay Thornton." the man informs me while studying my face. I think he's waiting for a reaction, but I honestly have no clue who the f**k Klay Thornton is.
"All right."
He narrows his eyes at me. I bite my lip, unsure of what else I am supposed to say in this situation.
"This marriage is in name only, but when others are around you will be the devoted and loving wife. When Mr. Thornton requires your presence, you should present yourself and Mr. Thornton in the best possible light. Understood? Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yes!" Sounds easy enough so far. I wonder why he needs a fake wife? Is he ugly or gay?
"Mr. Thornton is a busy man. You do not bother him unless absolutely necessary. If Mr. Thornton needs you, he will call you. This is why he needs a ...........um, pseudo wife. Mr. Thornton doesn't have time for women. Especially ones who throw themselves at him at events, or the ones his mother is always trying to set him up with. Am I making myself clear?"
"Very. And you are?" I answered calmly. Even though I don't care for his tone with me.
Then, he looked me up and down and said," I am his family's personal attorney, Louis Carter. Hopefully, your presence won't be too much of a distraction. Besides, you are no Tyra Banks or Naomi Campbell."
Wow! Wow! Shots fired! Ouch.... Nevertheless, I bite my tongue and keep my composure. He will not get a reaction out of me. Besides, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I may not win beauty pageants, but I am far from ugly. This guy is a total asshole.
"Any questions?"
"Absolutely no s*x of any form, right?" I pushed, wanting to be sure.
"None! If Mr. Klay Thornton requires s*x, I'll find someone else to provide that to him."
I felt so relieved. This sounds like an easy gig for five years so far. Hopefully, my future hubby isn't an asshole like him. I will sign on the dotted line.
"Dr. Chan is going to give you a physical. After everything comes back clear, we will move on with the paperwork and the prenuptial agreement." Mr. Carter taps the folder on the desk as if he is trying to make a point.
" When Dr. Chan's done, I'll take you to your room. You're on the east side of the building. Mr Thornton resides in the West. Don't venture into his side. He likes his privacy at all times. Read over the paperwork while we wait for your blood work so you're ready to talk about everything. I don't want any misunderstandings. Am I clear?"
Mr. Carter seemed so cold, but this is just the business deal. I don't need Mr. Carter to want to be my best friend, but it would be nice if he didn't talk to me like a five-year-old. What am I doing? I never thought this was how I'd get married.
"Will we get married right away?" I asked nervously.
"No! No! In a week or two, Mr Thornton is going to take you out a few times. Let people see you with him, so it seems as if you've been dating. I've come up with an excellent story of how the two of you met. Everything is right here in this folder." He taps the folder again.
"Dr. Chan!" said Mr. Carter.
I am guessing Mr Thornton is a very rich man. I didn't get to take a look around before I was rushed into this office, but with all the people working for him and this talk of protecting his assets, it's not hard to make assumptions.
Dr. Chan stands up and walks towards me.
"Louis, get from behind MY f*****g DESK!!!"
I jumped at the barked order.
" And you..... DON'T touch her."
Dr. Chan freezes. She looks like a deer caught in headlights this time.
I looked over at the man, who had just entered the room.
At first, I only saw the massive chest of a man in a jet-black suit. My eyes followed the suit up, up, up, up and landed on the prettiest gray eyes I've ever seen. In his gray eyes, I could see the sparks of a fire. His eyes were the same color as pencil sketches.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
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