The contract marriage

DRAKE’S POV

“I’m not getting any younger son” My father’s strained voiced mutters for the umpteenth time during this argument and I let out an exasperated sigh.

“I just need a little bit more time Father, I promise I would bring a woman soon, you just have to trust me” I state clasping my hands together in a bid to convince him.

“You said that four years ago, you are not getting any younger too you know” He responds.

“So what are you saying?” I wanted to get this over with, I didn’t want to have this conversation any longer than this, I already have a long day ahead of me.

“You know…since your mother died…” He begins and I groan.

We are not doing this again.

He totally ignores my dilemma “This house has been so empty and cold and so void. You are barely ever around and I get bored” He complains.

My dad can be a little cry baby sometimes, especially when it comes to having this exact conversation.

I fold my lips in a tight line to hide my smile. “And?” I probe him.

“I would be so glad if I had my grandchildren running around the house and playing with their little toys” He mutters with a smile, a distant look in his eyes as he zones out.

I squint my eyes to probe off the cheesy atmosphere.

I love my Father, but right now he’s been too sappy.

“So…?” I push my hands in my pocket, a faint smile on my face.

“I know about your sexual escapades Drake and I just think it would be great if you did that with one woman and not multiple of them —”

“Okay Dad, I promise I—”

“So I spoke to Williams about it” He finished knocking the wind out of me.

“Williams? Like The CEO of Willy’s Arms?” I furrow my brows and he nods.

“Why?”

“Well he agreed to get you a wife for me….You would meet her in your office today” He explains.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second Dad… You’re putting me in an arranged marriage?” I wanted to be sure I was hearing him correctly.

“I had to do that —” He begins

“Dad I can choose my own wife!” I raise my voice.

“I know that, but you’re taking to much time” He responds and I clench my jaw, pushing my fist into my pockets.

“What if she’s one of the being girls I have been with?” I deadpan.

“Then you would have a familiar face. That’s even better” He states and my mouth opens and closes as I try to find the right words.

I sigh with my eyes closed.

“Father, I have a gala tonight for the sponsors, can we have this conversation later?” I plead.

“You’re marrying her and that’s final” He states stubbornly and looks away

I clench my jaw again, already tired of this whole conversation “Can I be excused?” I grit, trying to rein in my anger.

“Be nice to her when you meet her” He adds.

“Father…”

“Have fun at the gala” He calls after me as I walk out the door.

I hit my head against the headrest after I settle into the car.

My father can be too much sometimes. He knows I do anything to make him happy, but a loveless marriage is a very hard limit for me.

People still do arranged marriages in 2024?

I can’t be thinking about this right now.

I arrive at my office, walking past my employees as they focus on their tasks. I am friendly with my Dad when I’m home but I don’t talk or smile much at work.

I believe when it comes to business, it’s less talk more work. There has to be a level of seriousness for things to be done and that’s why every employee of mine must not be caught lagging.

If they are ever caught, they know they’re fired. My assistant George makes those decisions once he senses or sees my disapproval of any of my employees actions.

It makes work easier.

“What’s today’s schedule?” I ask my assistant.

“Your schedule is cleared for the day” He announces

“What?” I furrow my brows stopping in my tracks..

“Yeah, the Chairman ordered your schedule be cleared so you could spend the day with a certain Miss Stephanie, he also says to tell you not to complain” He briefly states with a straight face.

I stifle a groan and run a hand through my hair.

“Thank you George” I said “You can take the day off then” I add and he nods.

“Thank you sir” He mutters and turns around.

This is going to be a long, long day.

I had spent the entire afternoon with Stephanie, and I honestly got tired after the first hour.

She was extremely quiet most of the time and had this aura around her that didn’t quite sit well with me.

I am cautious about the people around me and keeping them at arms length has become a specialty of mine.

But to make my father happy, I would have to keep up with this…for the rest of my life?

The thought irks me as I step into the shower. The warm water cascades down on me, releasing the tension on my shoulders and lower back.

I had to sit all day watching a woman I barely know try to be poise and courteous.

I should get laid tonight to get my mind off things.

The sounds of my room door bolting off, jolts me out of my thoughts.

Who the fuck enters a room without knocking

“Oh thank God! Thank you so much for opening, I could literally worship you right now” A female stands by the door, clasping her hands together like she was praying?

I run my eyes up and down her figure, and although the room was dark, her silhouette did justice to the right figure.

I still need to get laid tonight.

I guess she would have to do.

“I wouldn’t mind you worshipping me”