Chapter4 (Contract Marriage)
1399 Words
Tyler's POV:
“Tyler," He whispered, wrinkled hands reaching towards me.
“Yes, Father," I replied as I watched him lie on the hospital bed, pale.
His lips were chapped and his voice was already starting to fade and wither.
"Tyler, you have to get a woman. You have to" He coughed.
“But, Father. I'm going by your policies to fiddle with wome-",
My old man cut me off,
“I regret all that bitterly now. I wasted years of my life without finding someone with a kind heart and a loyal heart to be by my side. All I cared about was s*x, thinking the women truly wanted to.. be.. with me. I thought.. they adored me as their god. I didn't realize they were playing a game with me. They were in a competition with themselves of who would get to his heart first, then his money. That is why they make you think you're superior, they do everything you order them to do, they open their legs willingly and submit.”
Coughing hardly, he paused before resuming to speak,
“Tyler, I was strong enough to not fall for their tricks but you are just a child, you don't have such… such power to do so, you're gullible and easily deceived. You are easily pleased by the things you see before you, you don't look further to see the things you don't have before you. You'll never learn Tyler, so find a woman who truly cares. She shall teach you to be wise. Don't pretend not to know your feelings, express them!! Stick with her. Don't give a damn about the prostitutes. Stick with one, be content and don't end up like me with no one by my side, don't end up like me who tries to hide my pain from everyone, including you.
Be wise! Tyler, I am not happy. All the times we shared, I was only staging my happiness, only to go in and strip myself naked and stare at my unhealing scars! The ones I bore alone!!” He said solemnly, his coarse voice pulling at the strings of my heart.
A lone tear ran down my cheek as I watched his blue eyes flutter close.
…
I felt someone touch my arm, making my eyes slam open. My gaze traveled up to see Phoebe standing before my desk. I rubbed my eyes, recollecting the dream.
The same dream I had been having for months now since my Father went into a Coma.
Yeah, those were his last words before he went into a coma and I still couldn't decipher his words.
He said he wasn't happy, but he was.
My father was always lively, he loved women and he couldn't help it. How didn't I then notice the depressed part of him?
Jeez, I was starting to lose my mind.
“Hey!" Phoebe yelled, banging the desk.
I shot her a death stare, making her smile melt away as she placed her bag on my desk slowly.
"What! Why banging my desk?! Why are you here? Ain't you ought to be in your office?!" I yelled.
Who the f**k did she think she was?!
She started acting as if she was someone important lately because we f****d several times.
She thought being my s*x partner meant she held a special place in my heart, yet she knew I had several ladies I did that with, but she somehow felt superior over those ladies.
“What do you mean by…?” she paused with a sigh.
"You've been acting grumpy and tired lately, sleeping your ass off, even in the office now? Whatever, you asked me to come here when the company was closed.” She added, throwing her arms in the air pointlessly.
I brought up my wrist and fixed my gaze on the wristwatch, "We're closed already?” I asked, my eyes widening.
"Yes, for two hours now. As you can see, it's 7pm. I handled a few meetings for you, with Emma, your personal assistant.” She replied.
"Oh, damn. I was worried I missed them. Thank you,” I said, forcing a smile before she sat on the table before me, her legs wide apart before my face.
I knew what she was trying to do but I wasn't in the mood for her games.
“St-op this”, I growled.
"What?” She asked, throwing her gaze away as she picked her nails.
I scoffed, reaching for the huge book on my table which she grabbed for me.
“Why did you text me anyways?” She asked.
I sighed, rethinking my decision over again if I wouldn't regret it after doing it.
I shook off the weird feeling and opened my drawer and brought out an envelope before handing it to her.
She pouted at me, “You're firing me or what?"
“No, I'm not. Open it and see for yourself!" I replied, opening the book on my lap.
I shot out a finger and trailed it down the book, searching for my name in it.
She nodded, ripping the envelope open before fetching the paper in it, reading through the content.
Though I wasn't looking at her, I had great peripheral vision.
I kept searching for my name in the book, and I knew I was quite close since the names were arranged Alphabetically.
Tyren Wills
Ty-
“What the f**k?!" Her exclamation cut into my business, distracting me.
“Oh forget it," I mumbled, placing the book back on my desk.
“Yeah," I replied.
“A contract marriage? What for?" She questioned with her eyes widened.
“Just do it and cover up for me until I find an actual wife. That's my dad's wish, more like a death wish. He wants me to find a woman and get married instead of having s*x with every lady in my life,”.
"Why is it so necessary if he's dead? I mean, he won't find out you're not married, will he?" Her brows furrowed.
“Mr Cole isn't dead, he's in a coma. Secondly, I feel guilty and troubled for not being married yet. Anyways, That's not a valid reason. I keep having dreams about him telling me to get married. Plus, his PA who is also his best friend will not let me settle or think straight If I don't get married. He's always nagging about it and he threatens to take over the company since he's eligible”.
She sighed, “Then….why don't you marry me then? Instead of having this contract marriage. I mean, we already f**k, we already said 'I love you’. We already did things together. I already took over a meeting for you, then what else?”. She smiled, stretching out her hand in suggestion.
I narrowed my eyes at her in annoyance, "I never said I love you, you always did it, not me. And then I'll marry Emma instead, she did all those things for me.”.
“You slept with Emma?",
“Of course, I did,",
She shook her head as she couldn't complain. She grabbed a pen from my desk and signed the papers.
“Rule number one, don't ask for love. Rule number two, never ever complain about me having s*x with other ladies, as long as you couldn't tame me in three weeks now.” I recited, pulling out my fingers according to the rule numbers.
She sighed then whispered, "26 days gone,".
Silence took over before I spoke again, “You'll be a great wife for Daddy, won't you?"
“Of course, I will.” She replied.
Smirking, I drew my lips closer to hers. She gave me a soft kiss before smiling.
“When is the wedding?"
"Soon. The wedding is a private wedding with only a few people and a few paparazzi who would love to take photos of us”.
"Sounds nice” She said, rubbing my chest.
"Yeah, can I ask you something slightly personal?" I asked,
She hummed, "Yeah. You can, what?”
"Why are you accepting this marriage and why are you being my s*x partner when you know I have other girls. You seem so attached for a reason. May I know why?”
She purposely avoided my prying eyes, and I needed to know why.
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