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Logan
I wasn’t sure what to expect when Mia came into the office this morning, but she managed to surprise me with her conditions. I found that I respected her for the precise way she laid out her terms, and while some of those requests shocked me, nothing was a deal breaker.
I was officially engaged.
It was a strange notion, but there was nothing romantic about it. I had my personal lawyer draw up the paperwork, detailing everything about our deal, which included the money she was going to receive if she stayed married to me until I’d inherited the company. It didn’t take long, and the contract arrived in the afternoon.
“This just came through on the fax machine,” Mia said, walking into my office with the papers in hand.
“Look it over,” I said, picking up the phone on my desk. “I’ll get Dylan in here to watch us sign the contract.”
“Dylan? Why?”
“He’s a notary. If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right.”
Mia took a seat and read over the three-page contract while I called Dylan’s office and told him I needed him to notarize a document. I’d already received an email copy of the agreement, so I knew everything was in order.
There was a heavy silence in the room as she read the terms. This was her last chance to back out of the deal, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t. Mia wasn’t an indecisive person. She didn’t do things without thinking them through first. It was one of the things I liked about her. It made her dependable.
When Dylan arrived, he looked between the two of us, confused. I hadn’t told either of my brothers about my plan to have Mia stand in as my wife, waiting to see what her answer would be first.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Mia’s the one,” I said. “We’re getting married.”
“Theone?” he repeated.
“Not in any romantic sense. She’s just the woman I’m marrying,” I clarified. “She’s agreed to help me get my inheritance.”
“Are you shitting me?” Dylan nearly gaped at me, his expression incredulous. “You asked your assistant to be your fake wife? Are you nuts?”
“I think Mia’s a good choice,” I said, shrugging. “Grandpa will like her.”
“Can you guys stop talking about me like I’m not here?” Mia huffed in annoyance.
We both turned to look at Mia, who was glaring at us.
“Sorry,” Dylan muttered.
“I just need you to notarize the contract,” I said, gesturing to the documents in Mia’s hand.
“This is really happening then?” Dylan asked, but neither of us responded. There was no need.
We both signed the agreement, Dylan stamped and notarized the contract, and the deal was sealed in a matter of minutes. Grandpa was going to get what he wanted, in a manner of speaking.
“Okay,” I said, standing as Dylan left the office. “Let’s go get you that car.”
“Now?” she squeaked. “It’s only two in the afternoon.”
“You said you wanted one today, and I agreed. You’ll learn that I’m the kind of husband that fulfills his promises.”
“Was that a joke?” she asked with a smile that lit up her pretty eyes, which captivated me for a moment. “You’re full of surprises lately.”
I laughed, remarkably relaxed for a man who just secured himself a fiancée, when I never thought I’d get married—even if this situation was an exception to my preference to remain single. “Don’t women like that kind of thing?”
“I know I do.”
We locked up the office, headed to the parking garage, and I drove us to a BMW dealership. Getting out of the car, she looked around at the dozens of new cars around us, the bright sunlight glinting off the exteriors.
