Chapter 5

"What the fuck do you mean by I have to get married before I can inherit Sparta? What sort of Madness is this?" I yelled in anger at my mother. 

"It is exactly what you heard, Simon. In order to inherit your own share of the properties listed in the will, you need to get married." My mother said calmly, clarifying that the sorcery that I just heard my late father's barrister had read. 

"What sort of a condition is that? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What are we in now, some Hollywood chic flick movie?!" I screamed, unable to believe anything that my father could go up to this extent just to have me settle down. 

My father had died five days ago, in his sleep. It was rather unfortunate and a very sad event for me, as it was common knowledge that we were close as hell, and the only thing we disagreed about was me getting married. 

He was battling diabetes type two, and unfortunately, he had collapsed at an event as a result of a sudden heart attack. 

I had been very sad by then, and I still was, but now, it was dominated by the feelings of anger and frustration. 

I thought he had finally let go of the whole idea of me getting married, after the last argument we had had, but then again, I should have known better than it came to my father. My father wasn't someone who gave up easily, he was willing to claw unto anything just to get him the upper hand in whatever he did, the moment he felt that he couldn't get his way. 

Perhaps that's what made him such a successful and great business man. 

I'm pretty sure he currently sat in his place in heaven, smirking down at me, in the same way he always did whenever he knew he had someone on checkmate. 

Corny bastard. 

I ran my hand through my hair frustratedly, trying my hardest not to blow up at the world for playing a tough one with me. 

Dad one, Simon zero. 

"Okay fine. Since it's in the will, and he's already dead, there's no way we could change it. I might as well accept defeat. How much time does it say that I have?" I asked, resignation and acceptance of my defeat evident in my voice. 

At this, my mother, my sister Melvin, and my late father's barrister, all exhaled deeply, now finally able to let go of their tenseness. 

"You can really be a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that right?" Melvin said, chuckling lightly. 

"Oh please, you try being forced by dad to get married, even after he's dead." I bit back, which only made her laugh even more.

"Unlike someone, I don't behave as if I am married to my company, or like I'm asexual. I have a fiancee, that I will marry soon." 

"Oh please, oh please..." I said, scoffing. "... I don't have the time for love. I have a company to run. Plus, every girl out there is literally after my money. There's no way I'm settling down with any gold digger." 

"Those are excuses, Simon, and you know that. Look, you broke up with Kate a long time ago. Why not get over it? What you need to understand, is that not every woman is like her. There are good ones out there, that you can certainly pick one from as a wife! You have all the time in the world-" 

"No actually, he doesn't." Barrister Gerrald said with a serious tone, cutting my sister's mini pep talk off. 

"What do you mean by he doesn't? Isn't the time limit supposed to be like, months?" Melvin querried in bewilderment. 

The barrister chuckled and smiled in a way that looked more like he was cringing. Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. 

"No. He has just two weeks to get married." 

"Two weeks?! I have just two fucking weeks to get married to God knows who?! Where the fuck am I supposed to find a wife in two fucking weeks?! This is just fucking absurd!" 

I was ballistic. Nothing on Earth could tell me that any of this made sense anymore, because what the fuck?! 

How was I going to find someone to get married to in just two weeks? I couldn't just go out there, and pick any woman, that would just be very absurd and careless! I couldn't bring home another clingy ass bitch who would be just in it for a whole life time. I couldn't handle that. 

Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to my mind, and I clicked my fingers in excitement. 

"He has an idea. What is it? Spill." My sister Melvin said, knowing fully well that the only time that I clicked my fingers was when I had an idea. 

"A contract marriage." I said, proud of my ability to think fast. 

"A contract marriage? But why?" My mother exclaimed, clearly upset. 

She too, wanted me to settle down badly. 

"Well mom, I don't want to end up with another Kate. So I'm just being cautious." 

My mother looked at me for a few moments, and knew that I wasn't going to back down from that decision. 

"Fine then. A year." My mother said, her tone challenging. 

"A year? Oh come on mom, but that's too long!" I protested, not wanting to be tied down for that long to anyone. 

"It's either a year, or nothing young man." My mother cut me down, her expression telling me that what she said was final. 

Ugh, parents. 

Add one more point to their score board. 

"Fine then." 

This made my mother smile widely, and clap her hands together in elation. 

"Wonderful! I have just the girl for you!" 

"Wait, what?" Melvin and I said at the same time, terribly puzzled at how ready my mom was for this event. 

"Do the both of you remember Jeyla?"