Chapter 5 Give Us An Heir Soon

Kinsey felt her knees weak as his breath sprayed on her neck. The details of that crazy night sneaked into her head again.

Her face blushed almost dripping blood as she remembered how shamelessly she wrapped him with her legs begging him to take her again and again.

"You did impress me, Kinsey," Brandon smirked. "It's hard to believe that was your first time."

The teasing in his tone was like a tub of cold water pouring down, dousing all her desires. Kinsey finally found her voice back, "I was drugged."

“You should have expected that when you agreed to work in a place like that.” Brandon continued, "If I didn't happen to be your husband, have you ever thought about what would happen?"

"Or, you're intended to hide it from the beginning."

Kinsey couldn't help but cringe as she sensed the coldness in his voice. "I didn't mean it."

“You'd better be.” Brandon sat back in his seat, "Did you take the pill after that?"

Kinsey was shocked, slight panic etched on her face. What? What did he mean by saying that?

"We didn't take any precautions that night." Brandon said as he shrugged, "Though we're married now, I don't think we're ready for kids. I'm poor, you know."

His candor was indeed surprising. Kinsey parted her lips, "Me too. I have already taken an emergency pill the next morning."

Brandon should feel released but was a bit annoyed by her answer. It was clearly she who was stuck on him that night and the next day she was gone in a flash. He felt himself being used when he walked out of the bathroom and found he was left alone. And now, he was more sure about that when she proudly told him she had taken the emergency contraceptive pill.

If she only knew women were begging to climb on his bed.

Pulling his thoughts back, Brandon recovered his poker face and then threw her a file. "Wise choice. Sign this contract, then our marriage will only last a year."

"Contract? Only a year?" Kinsey was puzzled but soon was glad to realize it might mean she could be completely free after a year.

The joy on her face was so blinding that Brandon couldn't help but add, "Remember, this is a temporary arrangement though, it still comes with rules."

"Rules?" Kinsey raised an eyebrow, curious and somewhat uneasy.

Brandon continued with an air of authority, "Yes, rules. No love. No disgrace. No betrayal. And, remember, I make the decisions. I'm the only law in this marriage."

Kinsey's elation began to wane as the weight of his words settled in.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Her voice edged with disbelief.

"No joke, Kinsey. A year, and then we go our separate ways," Brandon affirmed.

Kinsey felt a mix of emotions – relief, confusion, and a touch of disappointment. The terms were clear, with no fairy-tale ending; but Kinsey knew she had no better choice, whether for Connor's sake or her own.

"Fine," she said to express her agreement.

Brandon was a bit surprised that she would agree so readily. This Gates lady was quite different from the rumors.

"Here we are," Brandon announced as the car approached the somewhat desolate residence. "This is our house."

"Our house?" Kinsey glanced at the house, a mix of surprise and uncertainty flickering across her face. An unkempt lawn surrounded an old house. It was hard to call it a livable house.

"Well, it could still be a cozy place with good remodeling. We just need to give it some love." Kinsey attempted to find some positive aspects.

Brandon raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her optimism. "You really think so?"

Kinsey nodded, "Definitely. We can make it our own if we work together."

With a faint smile, Brandon handed her the keys. "Then how about you take charge of the remodeling?"

Kinsey accepted the keys, puzzled. "Just me? How about you?"

"I don't have that time. I need to go somewhere else," Brandon said before getting in the car again.

Kinsey stood alone in front of the house with a mixed heart. Although this marriage wasn't as tough as she thought it would be, the road ahead still seemed challenging. But she would never give up. Take it as a new job and after a year, she and Connor would both be free.

Meanwhile, on the drive to the club, Brandon's assistant, Max, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Simons, was it okay to leave the lady alone in such a desolate residence? It's not like you didn't have..."

Though in many people's eyes, Brandon was a loser. Max knew exactly what his Boss could do. Who would have thought that the half-exiled son of the Simons would have his own commercial empire? He owns several mansions and villas in and out of the country. The hidden assets in his name were already worth over a trillion dollars.

Brandon sneered. "Don't be fooled by a woman's appearance, Max. The prettier the woman, the better she lies.“

Max seemed to say more but the phone interrupted their conversation. Glancing at the caller ID, Brandon answered, "Grandpa Benjamin."

The stern voice of an elderly man echoed from the other end of the line, "Brandon, why did you leave your bride alone?"

No need to ask to know that Grandpa must have sent someone to watch around his house. Brandon, leaning back in his seat, responded lazily, "Grandpa, I already married the Gates lady as you requested. I don't remember I had promised anything else."

Grandpa Benjamin huffed disapprovingly. "Brandon, don't play word games with me. You know why I request you to get married!"

Brandon didn't reply but looked out at the passing city lights. He was just as stubborn as his grandfather, and neither could convince the other.

”I am getting old, Brandon," The old man let out a long sigh. “There's not much time left for me to cover for you.“

”If you don't want the fruit of your parents to be eaten up by those jackals, give us an heir as soon as possible.”