Billionaire's Marriage Deal
's Point
n that gnawed at me. It was frustration. I had vetted many women-most beautiful, smart, and driven. But none
ve the time or desire for. I wasn't a man built for love. I was built for power,
st temporary pleasure. But each morning, I woke up to the same problem staring me in the face: this deadline
ice. But beneath it all, there was the barest flicker of something new-doubt. I hated it. I wasn't a man who second-guess
this without turning my life into some sort of romantic circus. The very thought of faking affection, of playin
ce door snapped me
my voice more irrit
r pulled tight into a neat bun, her expression serious. She moved around my office like part of the furniture, greasing the wheels of every aspect of
ut so much as looking up. Always professional. Always detached. It was one of the things I appreciated most about Chl
head. A thought that hadn't occurred to me, really. I watched her, my
ofter this time, but
o face me at the do
solutely no romantic interest in me, and I-most definitely-did not have any feelings for her. It was simply a professional developme
riage?" I asked as I clos
usion. "Marriage?" she echoed, her voice hesi
s never strayed from hers. "I mean, what are your
silent gasp, before she regained her poise. "I have nev
. "I'm going to be straight-forward, Chloe. The one condition that my father has in his will for me to inhe
weight of my words finally sunk in. "An
'm willing to give. I don't need love or romance. I need someone practical, some
ctionally. "And you think
est in my personal life, and I've never crossed that line with you. This would be a contract, Chloe. A busi
search for hidden motives. "Financial security
I know her medical bills are growing. I could see that they're all taken care o
as intelligent, prudent. She wouldn't say yes to such a thing without giving it some
o, we get married, I pretend to be your wi
nt. A year later, you are free to leave, and w
wheels turning in her head, the weight of my proposition settling onto her shoulders. Torn was what she was-I knew that m
raised her head-her eyes finally stead
give her space. "But don't take too
nd disappeared out of the office, q
r the job-no emotions, no drama, just business. That was the only way I would
n of time before she came round. She would agree to the deal-I
*
e again, but this time, her expression
she said, he
d my face into neutrality. "Great. We'l
ng up to catch mine. "It's just a business arr
o feelings applied. I
breath and nodded.
ement. The wheels were in full motion. A year from now, I
ould g