The Paid Wife

Chapter 4

As many of you notice this is my first story so sorry if it's cheesy. Oh and if you guys think this story is familiar then you're right it’s a movie inspired book. This is going to be my first chapter in a man point of view, sorry if it sounds girly.

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I Have a Wife

*This was after the interview. Kyle's point of view.

I scowled in disbelief as the crazy brunette left. "What's her name again?!" I asked turning to Pete.

"Weren't you listening? She said her name is Ally," he replied amused.

I glared at him, "Right now isn't the best time to be annoying me."

He started laughing, clearly amused that was I peeved. "Her name is Ally Ross, she's 22. Look at that she's two year younger than you just how you like your women, young."

I scoffed at him, "What am I? Forty? You make me sound like an old pervert."

He stared at me straight-faced, "You kind of are."

This made me chuckled, "Dick."

"She's pretty don't you think?"

I gave him a disproving face shaking my head disappointed, "You my friend have terrible taste in women."

We walked back to my office where I sat behind my huge desk. I grabbed my phone and started playing Temple Run.

"Busy man, huh?" Pete asked sarcastically.

My lips curled upward, "You know it."

"So when are you going to drop the bomb on your parents?”

"When they get back, “I replied, eyes still on the phone.

"And your grandma?”

I just died on the phone. "Today, don't worry about it. Go work! You're distracting me. Go finish the contract and get it ready by tomorrow," I said waving him off.

"So this is how you treat your friends after twenty years."

I chuckled, "Shut up Pete."

Pete got up and walked towards the door, "The girl I choose is pretty. You got terrible taste in women, that's why you can't see that." And with that he left my office.

I thought about it, thinking about the woman who I just met hours ago. She wasn't ugly, I give her that, but she wasn't sexy either. She's too headstrong for my taste and she seem to be very opinionated too. God! I hate that in women. Why can't they just listen to what the men have to say? I like my women tall, slim, sexy, and blonde. Women should be pretty, sweet, soft spoken, shy and gentle. That woman was none of these. I shook just thinking about having to live with her.

As the time passed by it was time to go home. I left to my Granny's mansion and told Gwen to tell her that I was here.

I stood in front of her room. I knocked on her door, notifying her that I was going to enter. My grandma was on the computer, sitting on her favorite chair, when she heard me come in she turn around. "Kyle, sweetie come in, come in."

I smiled at her and came in standing in front of her.

"You're fiancée is so pretty, you're mom and dad just sent her pictures to me. Come look," she smiled excited.

My face fell a bit to see how my grandma was so happy about me getting married. I felt guilt that I was going to lie to her next. "I have a confession, Granny.”

She smiled at me waiting patiently for me to speak up until she saw my serious face, her smiled faded.

"I can't marry her Granny.”

"Why not?"

"I'm-I'm already married to another woman."

Her crestfallen face told me how disappointed she was in me. And it pains me to know that I caused this. She was quite so I kept talking, "We got married a week ago on accident. It just happened."

"Then get a divorce,” she answered deadpan. It was scary to see her like this since she's normally sweet and understanding.

I shook my head. "I can’t. I love her, Granny," I lied easily, "Beside we already slept together."

Granny seemed to have tears in her eyes as she turns the other side not looking at me. I kneeled down on my knees, one of my hands carefully holding hers while the other free hand rested on her chair. "Granny says something."

She kept quite not looking at me in the eyes at all. This was bad, really bad. I never seen her so disappointed in me. I thought she would be happy that I got married.

"What's her name, dear?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and was happy she was talking again. I smiled, speaking quietly "Her name is Ally."

"What's her last name? Who are her parents? Do you know if she came from a good family?"

Her questions stumped me, I don't know, I don't know, and I don't know. 

What was her last name? Robs? Roberts? No. Crap what was it? I nervously force a laugh, "I'll introduce her to you tomorrow, Granny. Well I got to go bye!"

I quickly jolted out of her room, down the stairs to the front door, to my car and dashed out of there. I didn't even look back once.