I am not a husband material

After an hour's drive, the car came to a stop in front of a blue penthouse, and Noah stared out the window, frowning at the building, and then he sigh as he unlocked the doors and got out.

The moment he stepped foot at the gate, it automatically opened for him, and he walked into the fence.

It was like every servant was brief on his arrival because the moment the security saw him, they bowed their heads respectfully as he headed to the penthouse.

When he got to the door, it immediately opened, and his mother hurried up to him, hugging him tightly and saying, “Noah!”

“Mother,” Noah responded softly, wrapping his arms around her.

Pulling back and cupping her son's face with her hands, she studied him carefully before asking, “You must be hungry. Come in.”

“I rather talk about why you have been demanding my presence so eagerly than eat, Mom.” He responded simply, stepping inside the penthouse and stopping in front of his father.

Both men's eyes lock for a moment in an intense gaze before Mr. Stark pulled his son into a hug, saying, “Don’t be so cold-hearted to your parents.”

“Dad, you two made me reschedule so many business meetings and negotiations to be here,” Noah muttered, feeling guilty. “This isn’t how I wanted to spend my day.”

“You are being such a workaholic and that is not good for our family legacy, son!” Mrs. Stark scolded, making Noah frown as he pulled away from his father's arms. “You need to take a break and think about something other than work and business trips.”

Then he aggressively took out his coat, mumbling, “Isn’t that why you send me abroad at a young age to a boarding school and made me live in a foreign land, surrounded by maids and guards, instead of you two?... You said you didn't want to make me soft, so you kept me away from you guys for years, and now that I am exactly what you two wanted, you are still not satisfied with me?!”

“We did not build this empire to go to waste! You are our only heir, and the fact that you are still a virgin at the age of thirty is not a flex! Men over the age of 35–40 typically experience a decrease in sperm health, which affects, Pregnancy rates!” Mrs. Stark ranted loudly.

“Mother!! I am not a virgin!! My life in bed is not up for discussion!”

“Son, if that is the case, then I want grandchildren who will bare the legacy of this family! And you are not getting younger! Why haven't you got a girl pregnant by now if you are actually active!”

“Father!!! Talk to your wife!!”

Sighing softly, Mr. Stark gave his wife a warning look, telling her, “Let him calm down first. We are not going to solve anything screaming in his face.”

“I am sorry. It's just we are not going to live forever, and getting reports back every time about how lonely his life is, and how all he does is work, all day and night, it hurts my heart. I want my son to settle down and get a life with a woman and children.” Mrs. Stark said in a softer tone, taking hold of her son's hand while tears started falling down her cheeks once more.

“Mother, I have Twenty-five branches of the company in ten different countries and five major cities. As far as I know, I don't spend my days alone without anything to do or think about. I have business meetings and negotiations with potential investors and numerous projects. I spend most nights and days boarding planes. I am not lonely.”

“See! This is what I am talking about! When was the last time you went on a date, Noah?”

“I don't have the time. Can you two just adopt a second child or something? Or better still, you two can go at it, at this age. After all, you two are still in the hot zone.”

Frowning at his son's insensitive remark, Mr. Stark growled, “You know very well that your mother has gone through menopause.”

“Fine!” Noah firmly said back. “I will leave for home today, rest, and start my hunt for a woman tomorrow.”

“Look how he's saying it! I don't trust you.” Mrs. Stark huffed with a frown.

With another deep sigh, Mr. Stark added, “Your mother and I already have an eye on a woman for you. Her parents are interested in an arranged marriage between our family, and they are among those at the top of the pyramid in the business world.”

A laugh escaped Noah's mouth and he shook his head, scoffing, “You are kidding. Is this why you have been bugging me all day and night? To marry some rich heiress and give you two grandbabies.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Mrs. Stark asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“First of all, I am not a husband material nor a father standard. I love... love!... to drown myself in work. That's where my peace is. That's my life. I can not make a woman happy, nor be there for a child!”

“Why don't you give it a try!”

“I don't want to, mother!! This life... this life is all that I want and know. Please don't make me become something I am not. Please, father.”

Silence settled in the hallway as Noah stared at his father with pleading eyes, his emotions roaming through his mind.

“As I said on the phone, I will be turning over everything that I own to the one who provides the Stark with its next generation, and if that's not you, then your cousins will be involved.” Mr. Stark said, smiling sadly, “You have one year before I can call a family meeting and announced this.”

“I worked hard for years to expand you two companies into something bigger, and you are just going to kick me out of the inheritance like that! ” Noah shouted. “How am I supposed to learn to be a father and a husband when you two were never around to show me how?! And now you want me to magically do the same!”

“Honey,” Mrs. Stark cried, hearing the hurt and rage laced in her son’s voice.

Squeezing his jacket, Noah drew a harsh breath and then walked off, heading upstairs.

“Son, please...” Mrs. Stark cried, trying to run after her son, but Mr. Stark grabbed onto her arm and gently pushed her back.

“Let him breathe. He will come around. We fail him, but we can't allow him to fail himself.” Mr. Stark said, looking at his son’s back fade upstairs.