Engaged To The Tycoon

Chapter 12

I tried to process all of this information by pressing my hand to the top of my head. It was awful due to the fact that it made perfect logic. The fact that it seemed logical did not sit well with me. I had hoped that she would tell me that this contract was a total farce and that there was no way that it could be upheld in any way, shape, or form. On that basis, all I would have needed to do was marry Waters, get a divorce from him, and use his money to save my mother. That did not appear to be going to happen, which was a very unfortunate turn of events.

On the other hand, despite the fact that she urged me to go ahead with it, I was still hesitant. f**k Silva Bryan? Sure. Date him? From what I'd observed, getting a couple of pretty pricey dinners would be wonderful, but not getting much else would be very exciting. Should I wed him? God no. I was not a naive person. I used to believe that you didn't have to marry your one true love to have a successful marriage, but the idea of tying the knot for reasons other than love gives me a nasty taste in my mouth. I must have a soft spot for the mushy stuff. Who would've guessed?

But what other options were there for me?

I heaved a sigh. I thanked her for her time and said "thank you."

She looked astonished. "So you don't want me to walk you through the contract, do you?"

"Will the price of it be greater than the cost of the consultation, which was free?" I asked her. "Since I don't do anything else but free so well," she replied.

Her irises wrinkled slightly. "Oh, I'm sure I'd be able to review it and even make some alterations that you would most likely find helpful if I did so for free. Naturally, I anticipate that you will mention my services to the people you know. And don't use my name as your prenup consultant to anyone who inquires about it."

"Wow," I said. "Uh... well, that's..."

She responded with a breezy "No problem." "It will be really beneficial to my company." She looked at me with a penetrating gaze. "And if you marry Silva Bryan , you should get used to receiving propositions of such nature." She got to her feet, nudged the contract across the desk, and turned to the next page of the document. "And now we get to the portion of the chapter that discusses individual property..."

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I was ready to take on the world, and in particular, Silva Bryan, by the time I got back to my house and showered. I was full of pep and vinegar and ready to do battle. I was not going to accept any of this without putting up a fight. After getting into my worn-out bathrobe and wrapping a Hello Kitty towel around my head to cover my wet hair, I dialed the number for Empire Capital and insisted on speaking with Silva Bryan.

This did not go over very well until I recalled that I was apparently a VIP in the Empire empire and gave my name. After that, things started to turn around.

"Oh!" The poor front desk clerk sounded like she was about to have a heart attack, and I felt terrible for her because of how she sounded. But not even close. She was a collaborator with the Wicked Empire. She represented the adversary. "Yes! Of course, Miss Wayne!" After the phone connection connected, I was immediately greeted by a cacophony of baroque music. It was only a matter of seconds until Allan’s voice could be heard coming through on the line.

"He said it in a calm and collected manner, "I'm very sorry, Miss Wayne, but Mr. Bryan is out of the office." Permit me to show you the way inside his personal space so that you can talk to him."

"I... oh." It took me by surprise. When I worked as a receptionist in the past, I can tell you that in some places, disclosing a person's personal cell phone number is the equivalent of committing ritual hari kiri in the workplace. This is something I learned firsthand. If you wanted to speed up the process of getting fired, you should give out your personal mobile phone number. The only rationalization that occurred to me was the possibility that Waters had written down explicit instructions to provide his telephone number to me in the event that I made a call.

Uneasy, I jotted down the phone number, thanked Allan, and then hung up the phone.

It was a letdown to have to call a second number after the initial call was so exhilarating. I had to give credit to my father for the fact that being able to say "my lawyer" was very exhilarating; yet, the bravado I had mustered from my appointment with my lawyer was quickly evaporating. It did not help when I heard the lower-level monkeys at Empire Capital—the kind of folks I hang out with—chirping gleefully at me.

I took a deep breath before dialing Silva's number, turning the phone to speaker mode, and putting it out of reach so that I wouldn't mistakenly hang up, take a taxi to the airport, and buy a ticket to Scotland that only goes in one direction. After just two rings, his deep, rich voice answered the phone: "Bryan." The phone then clicked.

I was at a loss for words for a short while. Everything that I had planned to say became jumbled up, and I was unable to sort through it all quickly enough to determine which of the points I should begin with. The duration of the stillness increased steadily. I was familiar with this strategy. On the other end of the line, he was patiently waiting for the person who had called him to break the awkward pause that had developed. He went under the name Silva Bryan. If he didn't feel like communicating, he didn't have to, and if he did, he wasn't going to squander his limited vocabulary by asking the same question twice.

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Find Something to Read "Why are all of the employees at your organization being so kind toward me?" I could no longer hold it in. Hey, at least it was something and not nothing.

He greeted her by saying, "Ah, Miss Wayne." "I was becoming anxious about when you were going to call."

Uuuuuugh. He was an absolute twit. What a tired old film cliché this is. And I really, really, really wanted to f**k him, and I was also considering the possibility that I might marry him. Instead of going to a lawyer, I should have consulted a therapist first.

I responded by saying, "That's good." "I don't understand why everyone is being so kind to me."

"I informed them that there is a possibility that we will get married," he stated.

I was powerless to contain my angry yell any longer. “What?” I hadn't told anyone, not even my closest friends, but he had undoubtedly already distributed a message about it to the entire organization.

He stated that if they found out after the event, it would not be beneficial to their health in any way. "Laura, who works as the receptionist at the front desk, already called Allan yesterday to apologize for treating you rudely when you initially entered the building." I got the impression that she was genuinely remorseful."

It took me a few seconds before I understood what he was talking about. “Oh. "Well," I said in an embarrassed manner, "I wasn't exactly dressed for visiting." I was referring to my attire. The only location that would be appropriate for me to go to while wearing my job clothes is a street corner, and even then I would need a great cardboard sign to finish off the look. Will make poor choices regarding their nutrition as a result.

I was so anxious that I began twiddling with the towel that I had placed around my head. Hearing his voice, even this weak copy of his voice over the speakers of my cell phone, was bringing back memories of yesterday, when he cornered me in his office and pressed me against the wall.

My cheeks began to burn up. Don't even consider going there! I issued a command to myself.

He asked, "Have you given any further thought to my offer?," which made it difficult to not think about it. "Have you given any further thought to my offer?" The hand that had been playing with the towel that was resting on my head eventually made its way down to the warm place in between my thighs and started playing with there instead.