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Brads Pov
It had been 2 months . I still had found no wife or fake wife. The deadline was dawning on me . Liam too had challenged me that nothing was going to stop him from becoming the CEO.I remember his call the next day after the announcement of the will. I had thrown my phone in anger outside the window 18 floors down.
I wasn't the one to accept defeat so I would whatever i could to save my seat. It was my hardwork that made me the CEO . I had worked wid dad since I turned 20 whereas Liam was playing around. He was worse than me.He apparently had even nearly married some lingerie model in Vegas till he came to his senses.
I was strolling in my car as lydia , one of my latest conquests to my bed had started hovering over me. Yes I had slept with her last night after getting drunk, needing release but i had no intrests of making her anything not even a frequent night stand. She was already asking for a key and I left the penthouse as soon as I could take a bath .
I didnt know where to go. I was thinking while driving near Queens. For all it was just 9 in the morning. I couldn't go to my parents . As they would start bugging me . I couldn't go to the bar ,as it was too early even for me. Oh shit, the paprazzi recognized my car and have started following me. I quickly revved the accelerator and started driving blindly thinking of one location where they would not follow me. OH YES! Kingsbridge.
It was totally a family area or not my type of place to roam. I quickly left them behind as I entered Kingsbridge.
I parked near a park ,breathing a sigh of relief. I got out and went to a near by cafe for a strong coffee. I needed it badly. I was sitting outside on 1 of the benches wearing glares. I doubted if anyone would recognize me as everyone was busy in their own family .
I ordered a coffee and a bacon. As i was waiting, I started observing the people in the park. seriously these people were lucky. They could fall in love , marry and raise a family at their own will and not because their grandfather blackmailed them with giving over the 100 million worth company to your malicient estranged cousin. Thanks grandpa, I mutterred sarcastically.
Suddenly 1 face caught my attention. It was HER.
ALAINA FLETCHER.
she was carrying a little boy in her arms. She said something to him. He kissed her and then she ruffled her hair and set him down on a wheelchair.
was she married?Did she have a child?What happened to her child.
I was curious just like that day when I expected Alaina to come to my office begging me to forgive her and give her job back but she didnt, It had been 2months since that fact. I forgot about it but it did hurt my ego. I thought she might have left the country or city so she didnt come to me but I was wrong.
She looked happy when the child was with her . For a minute almost beautiful. She was 5 feet 3 inches and was petite and curvy. she had curves had the right place, which i couldnt make out properly from the jeans and sweater she was wearing. She was a brunette. She had the hair the color of mahogany and she had a beautiful tan. Just perfect like sun kissed skin.
I tried to ignore her. I went back to my coffee and newspaper. When i saw the front page which was about Liam Carter. My blood boiled. Talk about rubbing it in the face and he made sure of it. It was his interview on how capable and sure he was of getting the company and runinng it better than me. I snorted,"you wish".
Suddenly my eyes moved to Alaina. she was looking sad almost like she was going to cry soon and was deep in thought.
Well looked like she has a hard time after moving from the office . I smirked. I was ready to give her job back if she came back but she didnt. She thought I would make her life hell if she worked under me but seriously she was not even worth my time to make so much of effort. I"m pretty sure she's 1 person who i wouldn't get along with my whole life. I could bet my salary on actually not my salary but my companys net profit on .
BINGO.
I think i found my fake wife. she would be perfect. She looked like she needed money , I was sure as money always solved all the problems and We could never fall for each other even if we stayed a year or we were drunk.I was scared if my plan backfired and I chose a girl my type. I would become weak and unfocused and I was not ready for any relation except those 1 night stands with any women and Since she was pretty much not my type , it made my plan more fool proof.
I drank my coffee in 1 sip. I left my bacon untouched,paid the cafe 100 dollars tip and nearly ran to the direction of the park before she could run away.
Now where did she go?She was near the ice cream vendor. I could see her ass. It was nice. STOP IT BRAD!,i mentally slapped myself , you have to save your company,i muttered to myself.
Well as fate may seem, she dashed against me again for the 3rd TIME.Can we ever meet without dashing. The ice cream had dropped on my shoe again but this time I didnt care as I didnt want her to be mad which was hard.
she looked up pissed and was going to say something but when recognition flashed ,she just moved behind. I could see her eye colour . It was chocolate brown. She had a round face with her hair framing it and a stong jaw bone. Her lips were strawberry pink shade but it didnt look like she had applied any lipgloss or lipstick. She luckily had put no perfume. THANK GOD!! she didnt more reasons to give me brain haemorhage.
"well Hello! nice to see you again, Miss Fletcher", i said smiling , The more business like the better.
I wasn't going without sealing this deal. I was a Carter and We never take NO for an answer.
Brace yourself Miss FLetcher.
YOU ARE READING
I now pronounce you husband and wife
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