A One Night Stand Turned Complicated

Chapter 4

Jace yawned and stretched as sunlight peeked through his windows. He paused, as his hands brushed against soft, smooth skin.

Cynthia.

He gazed at her. Her angular face softened by her long brunette locks that curled around her face, her straight nose and pouty lips and her big blue eyes accentuated by long lashes. Jace had to admit that she was one gorgeous specimen caused by her exotic heritage.

"Good morning handsome," she whispered while stretching, causing the sheets to slip down and showing her perfectly sculpted breasts. His reaction was almost instantaneous and she smiled seductively and grabbed him. He groaned and pulled her on top of him, causing her to smirk.

"Slow down there tiger we've got all morning and afternoon before I go home to pack for Milan." This caused another groan to escape his lips, except this time it was for a different reason. He had to meet the band today to play at their usual spot. Therefore, he did not have all day.

"Actually I have a meeting with my father today, Cynthia."

It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't exactly the truth. Not that she needed to know a thing.

Her seductive smile turned into a frown then reverted to a smile. Her eyes twinkled mischievously and he smirked. She kissed him before she slipped off the bed. Jace looked her over as she wrapped a robe around her long, slim body and disappeared behind the bathroom door. He closed his eyes when he heard water running.

He sighed; he couldn't wait to see a certain someone today. He knew she would be there. It was after all the only reason he put up with her younger sister's presence. He could remember her scent: strawberry and vanilla. His gut tightened as he thought of her body and the way she used it.

Camille.

Her name rolled around in his mind. Maybe he was too cocky for his own good, but he honestly did not believe that she could turn him down. But she did just that and her rejection ignited something that had been dormant for some time.

He had to see her again. He had to conquer her again.

But until then-

Cynthia returned and dropped her red silky robe and straddled him. He pulled her down for a kiss and she groped him.

He would still have fun.

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He lay awake on his bed, every once in a while glancing down at the sleeping figure that rested on his chest. Cynthia always knew just how to satisfy him. But-

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"What is it?" he demanded.

"Master Kraft, your father is here to see you. He is waiting for you in the main foyer." Jace groaned. He hated his father and his little visits.

"Okay Fernand," he called out to his butler.

He gently removed Cynthia. She stirred slightly before hugging the pillow to her chest. Jace took a quick shower before pulling on a crisp Armani white button down shirt, black slacks and black John Lobb shoes. He looked good, he thought, as he stared at himself in the full mirror. Then he headed down to where his father was.

"Hello father, what brings you here?" he said politely, through gritted teeth.

Charles James Kraft looked at his son and narrowed his eyes. The two had an uncanny resemblance. They both had grey eyes, a strong jaw line, same nose, eyes, lips; the only exception was their hair. Jace's hair was black while his father's was blond. There was no doubt in anyone's mind however, that they were not father and son.

"You know why I'm here."

Jace looked blankly at his father. "Oh of course how could I forget? You want me to sign that unnecessary contract."

His father glared at him. "Unneccesary?" Charles responded sharply. “Nothing I do for my company is unnecessary. And if you want it to be yours, then you will sign.”

Jace narrowed his eyes at his father. "Fine, let's go to the office then."

Jace reached his office before his father and sat down in the chair behind his desk, letting out a deep breath but soon erected his posture as his father strode through.

Charles put the briefcase on the desk and snapped it open. He pulled out the documents and handed them to his son. Jace briefly scanned through the contract and tried to refrain from expressing his boredom. There wasn't really anything new that he hadn't already known, until...

"Wait, I have to marry Cynthia?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Well, she is a suitable wife for you and her father and I are good business partners. She is attractive and respectable and she should produce a male heir for you." He scoffed mentally at his father's words. Male heir. Who would inherit the family's billion-dollar corporation after him. That was all that was important, and of course, it seemed his father obviously wanted to merge with Cynthia’s father's company.

"And what if she never produces a male heir?" he said. But really he was already thinking of how to get her removed from the contract.

"Oh nonsense, the Kraft's genes are strong and always produce a male heir. Ask all generations of Kraft. It is a rare case where one is not produced. And if she does not then you simply will have to replace her." His father retorted flippantly. Jace figured it wouldn’t make a difference if he pointed out to his father that that wasn’t how biology worked.

Jace decided not to respond and decided to go a different angle."Father, what is the point of this contract really? Is your lack of trust in me so deep that I actually have to go through with this?"

His father raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to go through the list, William?" Jace sighed at the name his father always chose to call him by. His middle name. Apparently, Jacen wasn't respectable enough. Yet, it was his first name. He wasn't sure how his mother had gotten away with giving him his name, but it probably came at a cost.

"You are currently second in your class at Harvard Law School, which has never happened in the history of Kraft's. If you do not graduate at the top of your class, you will bring disgrace to our name. And you are always out with those frivolous friends of yours, doing God knows what. And I will not have that. I will not have someone so irresponsible taking over our family’s legacy!"

Jace sat and waited while his father collected himself. He was used to his reactions by now. Then he began re-reading the contract. "So I must marry a suitable wife before my 25th birthday, which has now been specified as Cynthia and I must work for the company as a corporate lawyer. I also must earn the CEO position before my 30th birthday or I will not inherit our multi-billion dollar corporation?" he asked indifferently, trying to clarify the contract.

Jace was acting as if the whole situation regarding the contract wasn't bothering him. He had been trained to love challenges and to show no emotions. After all, emotions were for the inferior species known as women and of course the poor who obviously had nothing better to do than wallow in them. It really sickened Jace to know that his father believed in such crap and actually tried to hammer it into his mind. However, at the moment, Jace wanted to disregard all he had been taught and punch his father in the face.

"Is that all father?" he asked dryly.

His father narrowed his eyes, appraising his son's reaction. Seeing none, he said,"That is all."

Jacen signed the contract and handed it over. He knew he would just have to find some kind of loophole in the contract, especially pertaining to him marrying Cynthia. He didn't mind Cynthia in bed but outside of it... He would have to find someone suitable but compatible with his personality. That was the hard part. Most of the women he knew really only liked to shop and host parties. He wanted something else.

"You must prove to me that you deserve to continue the Kraft's good name," his father's voice came, cutting through his thoughts.

"Or what, you'll pass the burden to Laila?" he asked sarcastically, referring to his ten year old sister. His father glared at him but before he could say anything Jace continued.

"Or maybe you'll be so upset that you'll pass it to Katherine." The reaction he got from his father was exactly what he’d expected.

His father exploded. "Do not ever bring up that bastard's name again!"

Although Jace had known his father would be pissed off, he still didn't expect him to refer to his half-sister as a bastard. Jace clenched his fist repeatedly and that punch he wanted to throw seemed to be becoming more of a reality.

"Do not call her that."

"I can call her whatever I damn well want. It is what she deserves to be called after all. Your w*****g mother begged me not to leave her. I told her she’d have to make a choice. Our marriage or her daughter. " He smiled evilly then, "And you know what she chose."

Jace breathed deeply and slowly as he thought about his wonderful sister. They’d met for the first time nearly a year ago and since then, she’d become dear to him. And even though Jacen was not close to his mother, he was still livid at the way his father referred to them both.

He spoke in a low and even tone. "If our business arrangement is complete then I see no reason to continue this meeting."

His father narrowed his eyes, but packed up his brief case and headed towards the door. "Oh and if your mother calls and asks where I am, tell her I've gone on another business trip." Jace clenched his fist. 'Business trip' meant visiting his mistresses all over the world. Jace knew his father wanted him to tell his mother so that she would get the message clearly, unless she decided to delude herself, which is the route she most likely would take.

And with that his father left.

Jacen rubbed his hand furiously through his hair. Feeling disgusted with himself, he picked up the lamp on his desk and threw it against the door. It instantly shattered from the force but the carpet absorbed the sound of it hitting the ground, leaving Jace feeling unsatisfied.

The only thing he looked forward to was meeting his band members and writing a new song. It was the only relief he got from his life and he relished in it. He was sure that if his father ever found out about the band, he would lose everything.

After all, image mattered the most to the Kraft name.

The fact that he was hanging out with the people in a small town, who belonged to a completely different tax bracket, and was playing in a band, would definitely cause him to lose it all.

But Jace decided to forget about reality and enjoy what he could.

Especially Camille.

He couldn't get her off his mind…

After he calmed himself, he kissed Cynthia goodbye for the week as she was heading to Italy for some shopping. Though, he couldn't care less. Then he changed out of his Armani black slacks, white button down shirt and John Lobbs into a normal pair of dark jeans and a non-descript black t-shirt, before heading to the garage.

He passed the metallic black and red Bugatti Veyron, the Rolls-Royce, the Lamborghini, the Porsche, the Ferrari, and then he saw his newfound friend: the blue, Ford F-150 pickup truck. He smiled as he knew that no one in his social circle would ever be caught dead in it.

It was refreshing.

He jumped in and smiled as Fernand stared blankly at his choice of car once again, and began the drive back to the small town that could ruin him.