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I stride past her to open the door to my office. “Your services here are not needed anymore.”
She slithers her way in front of me and stabs a finger into my chest. “You can’t do that,” she screeches, hurting my ears.
I step back to move around her, but she blocks my way. A smile plasters my face as I pick her up by the shoulders, placing her behind me.
“Yes, I can. In your contract it says I can fire you without reason. You have less than an hour to leave or I’ll have security throw your ass out.”
“If you fire me, I’ll hit you with a sexual harassment lawsuit.” Her words drip with venom.
This is why I don’t trust people. They love to play the victim and pull the blackmail card.
“I figured you would try to blackmail me, so I saved all the messages and the explicit videos you sent me. I’ll press charges againstyoufor sexual harassment, and I’ll make sure you won’t get hired in this city. Try me.” I grind my teeth. “I’m not going to ask you to leave again.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I slam the door in her face and stomp to my desk. When I slump into my chair, I sigh loudly. I glance out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, the sun reflecting off the skyscraper.
I’m going to be a husband soon, I can feel my freedom slowly going out the window. I can’t believe Poppy said yes to marrying me and I can’t believe I agreed to be married for the rest of my life. This is too damn complicated for me.
If she were anyone else, I would not have taken her offer. I never thought I’d become a one-woman man again, like I was with Gemma. I swore I’d never be in a committed relationship again, but this time it’s different. This time love isn’t involved. This time, it’s business. I know I told her I will stay married to her for the rest of our lives, but after one year I’m going to serve her divorce papers. It might be wrong to go back on my word, getting what I want and dumping her, but she will thank me for it.
And the way she was asking me questions about children, I suspect she was asking because she wants children herself, and I can’t give her that. I don’t trust Poppy, which is why I hired Michael to keep tabs on her. I didn’t get much sleep last night, all because of her. Being in close proximity to her makes my dick hard and I don’t know how I’m going to be married to her for a year and not fuck her, but she’s going to cave in sooner or later.
My COO, Trent, walks into my office and takes a seat across from me, smoothing out his tie with a frown creasing his face. He’s wearing a black suit with a red blood tie. He leans back in the chair, eyes the window, then glances back to me, crossing his leg over his knee.
“What’s wrong with Diana?”
I wiggle the mouse and the computer screen comes to life. I type in my username and password. “She’s fired because I’m hiring my soon-to-be fiancée.”
I still can’t believe I agreed to this shit. Marriage.
He bursts out laughing and shakes his head.
Why are people so shocked when I say that I’m going to be a married man? I get it, I have a reputation of being a playboy and I’ve been photographed with different women every other day.
Okay.
Fine.
I can see why people would be skeptical.
In the media, I have a reputation for having one-night stands and having various women on my arm.
“I’m not joking,” I snap.
Shock colors his face. “Oh… Ew.” He frowns. “Why are you getting married? And to whom? I didn’t know you even had a girlfriend.”
Trent has been my friend since our early years in college, I met him through Atlas at a house party. He sleeps with different women as well, but the difference between him and I are he keeps his business low-key. I glance at his messy blond hair, his pale complexion. He sits forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his thighs.
I shake my head and rest my arms on the chestnut desk. “I didn’t until last night. Poppy Giles. I want to inherit my uncle’s business.”
He shrugs. “It’s a business deal. People get married for convenience all the time,” he shoots back, setting his loafers on top of my desk, and I slap them away. I swear he acts like this is his own office.
“I’m not ready to commit,” I stroke my beard. “I don’t know how to be a husband,” I say.
I don’t want to hurt Poppy anyway, so I’m going to keep my distance from her. Keep our relationship strictly business.
“For starters, don’t stick your dick in different women, and you’ll be fine.”
“I’m capable of being faithful.” I lean back in my seat and thrust my fingers through my hair. “Why are you here?”
