Marry me

"Sara's point of view,"

"You called me, sir?" I waited patiently for quite some time outside his office.

"Yes, Miss Grace, you can come in." He kept staring at the laptop's screen.

"I'm ready to sign the agreement, Sir." I began fidgeting with my fingers to calm myself.

I was a little worried when he asked me to create a fresh 18+ article every day because I had to do a lot of research before writing the content. I was going to reject his offer, but a man interrupted us and allowed me to give it some more thought.

The salary offered by him is very high considering the cost of my mother's medicines, my tuition fee, my apartment, and my daily needs. If I accept his offer, then in a few months, my financial crisis will be completely over, and at the same time, I will accumulate some savings for myself. Neil's internship will be over in six months, and then we'll both get married.

By the way, there is no harm in accepting his offer; if I work harder on improving my writing, I'm sure I will write a fresh 18+ piece every day.

"Here is your contract, Miss Grace." Moving the envelope in my direction, he said.

"I appreciate it, Sir." I took the contract documents out of the envelope and read them.

Without batting an eye, he stared at me, and the intensity of his gaze warmed my face and caused my throat to dry out.

What the hell?

What kind of contract is this, after all? I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the contract's third condition.

"What sort of joke is this, Sir? I despise such cheap jokes." I slammed the contract document down on the table and yelled loudly.

"Miss Grace, do you believe that I am taking time out of my hectic schedule to meet with you only so that I can make fun of you?" I knew he wasn't joking with me by the sound of his voice and the seriousness on his face, but what was the point of maintaining such a weird condition?

"My writing job has nothing to do with my private life, Sir, yet you've stated in the contract that you'd like to get married in return for giving me this job.

"Yes, I want to marry you, Miss Sara Grace."

"What type of condition is this, after all?" I gave him a confused glance.

I get the impression that the gentleman next to me comes from a highly affluent and respectable family. His riches were reflected in everything he wore, including his black Armani suit, silver Rolex watch, and sandalwood-scented perfume.

Although his well-groomed black hair, square jaw, smooth white skin, broad forehead, and dark pink lips all contribute to his good looks, it was his brown eyes that caught my attention. I instantly broke eye contact with him because I felt like his eyes had some kind of hypnosis power.

I examined his entire physique as he stood up from his chair. It looks like I'm meeting a supermodel, standing at 6 feet tall with a toned figure.

I don't believe this man is insane in the slightest, but after reading the clause in his contract, I can't help but wonder if he is.

Why does he want to marry me?

"Yes, Miss Grace, you must marry me."

"What kind of compulsion is this, after all? I'm sorry, but I just can't agree to your terms, and I have no interest in continuing to work with you." I stood up and responded.

"You can't do that; you must marry me." Just hearing this man's voice gives me a sense of his authority, but he will not succeed in convincing me to make such a major life choice as marriage against my will.

Since I am already engaged to Neil, it seems unethical for me to even entertain the idea of marrying this stranger.

"After all, why should I marry you? What do you know about me?" The man's statements made me very upset, but they also piqued my curiosity about what might be causing his strange term.

"At the age of 24, Sara Grace moved to Seattle from New York with her mother when her father remarried. Mother is ill, money is tight, and she is jobless because of an incomplete degree in studies; she has been dating a boy named Neil for 5 years, and she plans to marry him soon."

"What?" That man opened the entire Wikipedia page about me.

"Who are you, and how did you come to know so much about me?" I'm now even more interested in learning more about him.

"Aron Fringe, CEO of Fringe Industries,"

"What?"

Aron Fringe, America's preeminent multibillionaire businessman, after hearing him, I could not move my saliva.

"I've been a fan of your writing, Miss Grace, and I want to marry you. Your fantasies have won me over." This man is completely insane.

"I apologize, Mr. Fringe; you must have misunderstood. I am not the woman you are searching for."

"Miss Grace, you must get married to me no matter what; you can not refuse me."

"I appreciate your time, Mr. Fringe, but I'm not prepared to sign a contract with you."

"I will expose your true identity to the world, Miss Grace, if you do not accept my offer.

How will you feel when your mom sees your articles? Your dad will detest you even more when he learns that you publish 18+ articles. And if you don't agree to my terms, I'll make sure you never land a job at a respectable company and that you're back out on the streets, hungry and without a roof over your head."

I had no idea he would resort to blackmail to get what he wanted from me.

"What do you want? Miss Grace, I'll see you in the church at 10 a.m. tomorrow. In the morning, my driver will come and pick you up from your apartment. I'm not a fan of waiting, so please don't be late."

Why does his voice sound so confident? Even though I haven't said yes to him, he's already started planning our wedding. This guy has lost his mind.

"You may now leave; I must continue to make arrangements for our marriage." I was about to say anything else to him, but he jumped up from his chair and walked out of the office before I could finish.