CHAPTER THREE
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Ryder
2 days earlier
“Ebastian, you can only take full control of the Sinclair group when you are married and I have made sure that you don't become a CEO until you are lawfully wedded to someone”.
“You should also promise me that you will get married before you turn 30. You have two years, my boy, to find a woman you want to get married to and make her yours. Promise me you will, promise me, Ebastian”. My father was saying as he lay on the hospital bed.
My mother and I were seated on opposite sides of his bed and while my mother was really crying, shoulders shaking and snotty faced, she was someone who hated to be consoled so I watched helplessly as she cried her eyes out.
“I promise”, I said.
“You have to part ways with Charlotte and find you a woman that will make a good wife”, my mother said, as we sat in the backseat of my Lexus while Marco, my best friend ans secretary drove us from the hospital to the house.
“And what's wrong with Char?”
“Nothing, I-I just feel she's not the one to want to get married…at least, not yet”.
“Mom, Char loves me and she will accept my marriage proposal. See? I have the ring with me”, I showed her the ring my grandmother had given to me. I believed my mother was just being worried for no reason.
“If you don't get married before fall, your half brother, Parker, will take over your father's company. Afterall, he has proven himself worthy by managing his mother's company pretty well in Texas”.
I balled my palms into fists as I gritted my teeth in anger but I did not respond to this because I knew that my mom was not bluffing.
Charlotte was waiting on the patio when our car drove in and as soon as I got out of the car, she threw her arms around me, jumping and wrapping her legs around my middle.
“Where have you been, honey? I've been waiting for you”. She gave me a really long kiss.
I loosened her legs from around my middle and dropped her gently to the ground.
Her expression changed when she saw the look on my face; I was not smiling.
“What's wrong, honey? Did something happen?”
“Dad's dead”, I hissed.
“Oh”, She placed her hands over her mouth. Just like mom was not one to be consoled, Char was not one who knew how to console.
“Come, let's go inside. Let me treat you right in bed”, she grabbed the sleeve of my shirt.
“Marry me, Char”. She snapped her head to look at me and her face suddenly turned white. “Is something wrong?” I asked when she remained quiet as she took a few steps away from me, her face fallen.
“I-I’m not ready, Ryder. We can get married later, in three years’ time or so?”
“Why not now? I need an heir”.
“ ‘Cos I'm not ready to settle down and have kids yet, I have a whole future ahead of me, my modeling career and whatnot and I can't ruin it by–”
“Then we can't be together anymore. It's over”, I cut in.
“What do you mean?”
“You heard me right. Have a nice life, Charlotte”.
“Fine”, she said, raising a hand in an attempt to hit me but I caught her hand immediately, twisting it to her back.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you”, I whispered into the nape of her neck as she winced in pain.
“Let go of me”.
I hated to be wrong. My mother was right and now, I had to look for a wife.
The next day, I got a call from Marco.
“I need your help with something”.
“What is it?”
“So I'm supposed to be meeting with a lady this evening but I'm swamped so I won't be able to go. Can you go instead of me?”
“Are you supposed to have s*x with this lady?”
“Y-yes, that's why we're meeting”.
“Oh, I see. Send the address”.
“You're a lifesaver”.
I was thrilled with the idea of having s*x with a stranger especially since this seemed to be something the lady in question was good at.
When I met the lady in question, her beauty and curves blew me away.
Apart from the fact that she seemed down to earth and easy to control, she was really good in bed. The sight of her made me giddy and my member hardened against my will when I was around her.
I just knew that she was the perfect woman to make my wife and I could easily have her if I offered her a few thousand dollars.
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Now
“What did you say your name was”?
“Isabel Smith”, Isabel said with a slight bow of the head.
It was the second day after Isabel and I got married and we were both seated in front of my mother, in her stylishly luxurious office.
“This is the girl you got married to?”
“Yes, mom”. My mother turned to look at Isabel and I saw the hate in her eyes.
“And why did you choose to marry a hoe, Ebastian?”
“Mom”, I barked, getting up from my chair. “She's my wife, don't call her that”.
“But she is a slut, is she not? Are you not?” She looked at Isabel. “Where did you meet her? A brothel, I'm sure”.
I was initially surprised that my mother knew that Isabel was a prostitute but then I remembered that she had eyes everywhere.
Isabel got up from her chair and rushed out of the office, keeping her head bowed as her hair covered her teary eyes.
“Did you really have to do that?” I felt a pang of guilt.
“You have to file for a divorce”.
“No, mom. I've made my decision and you have to accept her as your daughter in-law”.
Her facial features softened.
“My boy, you have made a huge mistake. You never listen to me when I'm only looking out for you”.
“I'm not a child anymore”.
“Of all the women in New York, why she?”
“She's submissive and respectful. And…she's very good in bed”.
“That's too much information which I didn't ask for”.
“I'm very sure you did”.
“Fine, I'm setting you up on a blind date”.
“This is ridiculous, mom. I'm married”.
“Yes, to a prostitute”, She breathed a sigh. “Sweetheart, I want you to go on this one date and if nothing good comes out of it, I'll get off your neck”.
I was starting to believe that my mom did not get the part where I said I was married.
“Okay. But why are you insisting I go on this date?”
She leaned forward in her chair, her gaze never leaving mine.
“Because there's an eighty percent chance that you'll fall in love with this one”.
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