Wanted: Baby Daddy

Chapter 1 Jon   Jon is sitting inside his car, staring at nothing, deep in thought. He is outside the office of his Aunt Sam’s lawyer’s office. He is confused why the lawyer called him for an official reading of his aunt’s will when his aunt had no other living relative but him. The lawyer could easily mail the will to him instead of having the hassle of coming to his office for an official reading. He is all but the only one invited for the reading for all he knows. He sighed. Well, he might as well go inside the lawyer’s office to end his misery. He hurriedly got out the car and walked towards the building where the lawyer’s office is. Upon entering the office, he sees a woman, maybe the receptionist, who is answering a call at the moment. The woman smiled at him and signaled for him to wait for a while and pointed to a lounge chair for him to sit. Jon walked to the chair to sit. He tapped his finger on the arm of the chair, waiting for the receptionist to end her call. When the call ended, the woman looked at him and asked for his appointment. “Sir, may I have your name? Do you have an appointment with Attorney Mark Matthews? By the way, I am Nicole, Atty. Matthews secretary. ”, asked the woman politely. She walks around the table towards me and gives her hand for me to shake. I shook her hand firmly and briefly, but she never let go of my hand. She caresses my palm while flirting at me. “I am Jon Jacoby. Attorney Matthews asked me for a meeting.”, Jon answered. I tried to let go of her hand but she adamantly hold on to mine. Nicole presses her body at my side with her breasts brushing slightly at my arm. Damn, she’s hot. I can’t help but my body stiffened reacting to her closeness. I turn a bit, pulled my hand from hers to hold her waist and squeeze her a bit. She shivered slightly and I smirked at her. I let her go and stepped to put distance between us. “Oh! You are the nephew of the late Miss Samantha Jacoby. Sorry for your loss, Sir. She was a kind soul.” Nicole crooned with fake sympathy. “I’ll let Atty. Matthews know you’re here, Mr. Jacoby. Come, follow me Sir.”  Nicole walked to the door near her table and beckoned me to follow her sweet a*s swaying towards, I think, Atty. Matthews inner office. She knocked at the door and opened it slightly. She called and talked to the person inside in a low voice. After a while, she turned to me and indicated for me to enter. When I entered the office, Nicole walked out and closed the door. Atty. Mark Matthews stood up from his seat behind the desk and walked towards me with his hand reaching to me for a welcome handshake. “Good day, Jon! It’s been a while since we last met. I believe it was at your aunt’s funeral. Condolences to you. Your aunt had been my dear friend and client for a long time. It saddened me that she passed away so soon.” Mark gestured for Jon to take a seat in front of his desk while he walked back to his seat behind the desk. “Yeah. She’s the only family I’d known after my parents' demise in an accident since when I was a child.”, said Jon with a little heartache. “Why did you ask me to come here, Mark? We already had a will reading right after the funeral.” Jon asked with a bewildered look.             Mark sat down, rolled the sleeves his shirt to his elbows. He then grabbed manila envelopes from his drawer below his desk and put them on his desk. “You see, your aunt, before she died, made some alterations to her will before she died. She left specific and detailed instructions for me included in these manila envelopes. Her will is read after her funeral. But there are clauses and other matters regarding it that need to be obeyed and followed to the letter for you to fully receive your inheritance.” “What? Clause. . . . Clauses? There are more than one? What’s the meaning of this, Mark?” “Jon, when your aunt knew she had a terminal illness, she worried a lot about you. She always said she wanted you to be happy and not alone. When she came here frequently to talk and then, towards the end, the only thing she wanted was to die knowing that your future will be full of happiness. Not just content, but happy. “Now, don’t think badly of your aunt when you hear what inside this envelope says. She had only good, no, best intentions for you.” Jon just stared at Mark quietly, he had an ominous feeling about it. Mark picked up the envelope and gave it to me. I opened it and read what was written on the paper. “Damn it! Why did you let my aunt get away with this crazy idea Mark?!”, Jon angrily asked Mark, slamming the paper at the desk. Mark did not answer Jon. He let him process what he read and waited for him to calm down and talk to Jon reasonably. Jon paced back and forth in front of his desk, working himself up. After a while, Jon calmed down and sat down. “Is there another way around it? A loophole perhaps?”, Jon asked hopefully. “I am sorry, Jon. But your aunt’s will is ironclad and airtight, no way around it. I made it myself. If you contest it, there is a provision that everything that you are bound to inherit will be given instead to state charities your aunt supported when she was alive. And should you refuse the clause, she made me promise to tell you that she will surely be heartbroken in the afterlife.” Mark stated, looking at him with pity. Jon sighed heavily and bent down with his hands on his face. He straightened in his seat and slammed his fist on the desk. Mark was surprised but did not comment. He waited for Jon to speak about what was on his mind.  “Well, you say, there’s no other way. Oh god, Aunt Sam, you do know me how to cave in. . . . “Then I shall get married. Mark, you help me find a woman to marry because I have no one I can trust to be married. All I knew were gold-digging women who would have a frenzy when they found out about my inheritance. Where will I get this woman?” Jon resignedly said, leaning further back in his chair with a scowl on his face. “You could always hire a woman to be your wife.”, Mark jokingly said. Jon stood up fast and turned to Mark with a look of epiphany on his face. He snapped his fingers and pointed his fingers to the lawyer with a big grin on his face. “Oh Mark, that’s it! That’s it.” “I’m jesting, Jon. You can’t do that. That’s not right.” “If it is what Aunt Sam wanted, then I’ll fulfill her wish. You help me, Mark. You’ll make the contract between me and my future wife. Make sure to make a prenuptial agreement as well. And when the year’s up, my Aunt’s wish will be fulfilled. At least a year married, right?” Mark can’t convince Jon to look for a wife in a conventional way. Jon is set on his idea to just pay any woman to marry. He felt like he let Sam down. Well, life flows as it flows. Let the current guide Jon to his future bride. May the almighty bring him good tidings. Jon left Mark’s office in a good mood with a bounce to his steps. Even if he received not so savory news, he can do away with it. If he isn’t Jon the wily! He grinned boyishly on his way out, waving his hand at Nicole.