Chapter three
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Derek POV.
“Mm.. mmph” Bella's moans filled my office as she sucked my d**k.
I groaned in pleasure as I laced my hands on her blonde hair. My midday snack was laid on the top of my desk.
She had come in to serve me my food when I asked her to get on her knees and suck me. This was the only reason I had managed to keep her, even though I received daily reports about her sleeping around. Though I won’t blame the men that fell for her. She gave a mind-blowing blow job.
I had instructed my secretary to make sure no one entered my office unannounced and disturbed me.
Just then Mark, my childhood best friend, breezed inside holding a magazine. I hissed in anger as Bella stopped.
The table was framed from outside so no one could see what was going on my side of the table.
“Man, I have been looking for you,” he said as he walked towards me.
Before I could stop him, he had seen Bella. His eyes dampened with disgust. We both stared at Bella's swollen mouth.
“Bella,” he called out in a stern voice.
“Sir,” she answered in a low voice, her head bent even though she was still hiding under the table.
“Get out,” he said.
I narrowed my gaze at him. Why was he looking so angry? Normally he would give her two minutes or more to dress up and leave, but he ordered her out, knowing she was half clothed.
“Excuse her. Let her get dressed, and you had better have something important to say,” I said with a light tone as I tried to lighten his mood.
He glared at me. “Tell her to leave before I do something we would both regret,” he warned.
Something was infinitely wrong. The man I knew would never act this way.
I looked at her and signaled for her to leave. She nodded and dressed up quickly, walking away with a bent head.
Immediately, she closed the door. I turned my eyes to him. “What do you want?” I asked him.
A smile crept on his face and I watched him as he sat on a chair. “Guess who is getting married?” He asked with a grin.
I furrowed my eyebrows. “I thought something bad had happened,". I said.
He sighed. “I said guess who is getting married” he asked again, his grin grew wilder.
What the hell is wrong with him? One moment, he is angry and the next, he is happy.
“You?”
He shook his head. “ No. You are the one getting married,” he said, and tossed a paper towards me.
I frowned as I took the paper. What the hell did he mean by me?
Immediately, I saw the news headline. My jaw dropped.
Mr Alberto Salvatore, a business tycoon and owner of the multi-billion dollar company, the Salvatore group of company is pleased to invite his family, friends and business associates to the wedding of his son Mr Derek Salvatore. Although he did not disclose the name of the girl. He has assured us that she is a good girl and would make a good wife.
What the hell? I knew this was my father’s handwork. But why would he announce that I am getting married without my consent?
Raw anger rushed through my veins. He had recently become bent on getting me married, as he had enlisted it as a requirement for me to have before I inherited his property.
I understood where he was coming from, and I had made up my mind to find a contract bride. I don't think i can trust anyone after what Morgana did. I needed someone who understood that I was not going to be faithful to her.
Why was he in haste? Is not as if he was going to die anytime soon. How come the whole world knew I was getting married, but I did not know? As far as I can remember, the last time he asked me for a wife. I had to assure him that I would get one.
Mark’s chuckle took me out of my thoughts as I glared at him. He was obviously enjoying it, given the fact that he had been pressuring me to get a girlfriend and be loyal too.
But I have no bone within me for commitment. “You look so funny when surprised I think I should capture this moment,” he said amidst laughter as he fetched his phone from his pocket.
“This isn’t funny,” I said in a dead serious tone.
He looked at me, still laughing "What is not funny? The fact that your father had announced that you are getting married without your knowledge? Of course, it is fun” he said, and continued laughing.
I curled my hand into a fist, took the magazine, and left him in my office. I got into my car and drove to my father’s office with rage.
What kind of father did this to his son? I was too happy to get married and tie myself to one woman. Never!
Immediately I entered the office, all the female staff greeted me with a pink hue on their faces. On a normal day, I would have returned their greeting with a flirty remark.
But today was not normal. First Mark interrupted my blow job and then my father announced my marriage ceremony without my notice.
I barged into his office and banged on the door behind me. I tossed the paper onto his table. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked.
He remained silent, his eyes fixed on his MacBook screen. Either he was fixated on the screen or he was intentionally ignoring me, which was irritating.
“Father, I am talking to you,” I said in a low, deep voice.
He finally looked up. “Oh, you finally came. I thought you had decided to abandon me because I asked you to get married?” He asked as he pushed his lens to his nose bridge and closed his MacBook.
“Father, I did not come here for jokes. What is this?” I asked, pointing at the magazine.
He looked at it. “All I can see is a magazine with some favorable headlines,” he said with a crooked smile.
Adrenaline rushed within me. I shoved my hands into my pockets to reduce my range.
“Why would you announce that I am getting married?”
He shrugged. “Because you are getting married. You refused to find a wife for yourself, so I looked for one,” he answered.
I paced around the office, my arms folded against my chest. Did he think this was a joke or that I am a commodity that he can tie to someone because he wanted to?
I was his son. His only child who has been working his ass off to make sure his company succeeds.
I banged his table, and he flinched a bit, and “I am not going to allow you to tie me to some girl of your choice, so if that is your thought. I would ask that you give it a rethink,” I said with a lethal voice.
He pulled his glasses. “It is either you, marry her, or say goodbye to your position. I would give it to Charles, your cousin. At least he does not get drunk and f**k around".
A chuckle escaped my lips. He had never ceased to remind me that he preferred Charles to me did even though all I do is work my ass off to please him. So this was his strategy? To instill fear in me and make me bend to him. Never!.
“I am not going to get married to her. I am your son, not a commodity!” I shouted.
“Then act like one or sign those papers and leave,” he shouted.
He glared at me. "Try and do something meaningful, maybe you will be forgiven for your past. If you can't marry a woman of my choice, sign and erase your disdainful presence" he said, pointing at a paper in front.
I picked it up and stared at the title. My face grew pale with surprise. Transfer of right as the next CEO of Salvatore's group of companies, from Derek Salvatore to Charles Salvatore.
He actually wanted to get rid of me. I heaved a deep sigh. I worked off my ass for this company and I would be damned if I let someone take over it.
I would get married to this mysterious girl but make her life a living hell. She would end up divorcing me because of frustration.
I sighed and glared at him as I took a seat. “So, who is this girl?”
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