The Fake Vows (Book 1)

Chapter 1

My first attempt at a marriage of convenience storyline.I hope you like it.

Dexter looked at the girl again. There was no way he could have taken her to his bed. She didn't even look his type. She wasn't as curvy, nor was she as pretty, nor as outspoken as his typical women.

Her eyes were darting pathetically from one end of the room to the other. Definitely avoiding eye contact with him. He could smell the fear she was breathing out. He clenched his fists at the thought of her age. Eighteen, not even a legal drinker. What was he going to do with her.

'So what do you think we should do?' He laughed at himself after asking that question. She had been foolishly crying since the moment she stepped foot in his house that morning. What good were her tears. He has sent some of his guys to bring her to him after the church had announced that he had to take responsibility.

Although it was now a day after the mysterious scandal, the incident was still a news headline. Venom poisons a maiden's virtue. His name was now the new definition of shame. To top if off, the sarcastic manner in which they wrote it. Personally he didn't even have a memory of their night together. She just happened to be there, lying half naked in his bed. She had only a bra on and strangely a long pair of pajama pants. It was obvious that he hadn't touched her, but someone had set them up. Why and who was the big question on his mind. He would've gladly dismissed her had the media not have three pictures already.

'I- d-don't know.' She sobbed. He had actually forgotten that she hadn't answered his question. Dexter wanted to slap some sense into her. Besides crying, she was just good for nothing. The tabloids were labelling him a pedophile now. He, a twenty seven year old taking advantage of a girl raised by nuns. Yes, by nuns. Now the church had abandoned her to him.

Only his brother and father believed that he hadn't done such a thing. They knew his game and the women who played it with him. She definitely didn't qualify. Now he had to do something to clear his name. Anything that would make it right to the public.

'Can you stop sniffing please. What we need is a solution not a pity party.' He scolded. Her sniffs and sobs were annoying him and distracting his thinking.

She raised her head and looked at him. He couldn't clearly see her face through the scruffy curtain of hair that walled her eyes from his. He didn't need to see her eyes to know what look she was giving him anyways. It was quite obvious that she was suffocating herself in sorrow. Self blame, confusion and hopelessness. All the weak emotions that he hated, she was drowning herself in. Clearly she wasn't his type of woman.

'What's your name?' She flinched and he knew it was because of his tone. He was used to that kind of reaction from people who didn't know him. She was no exception. 'Elisabeth Meyers.' She answered with a broken voice. He had to lean into her to hear. Probably thinking he was going to hurt her, she backed away fearfully.

'I don't hit women Elisabeth.That is an insult to my intelligence.' She nodded and relaxed her shoulders. The thought did cross his mind, but he knew better than to lose control to that extent. She wasn't worth anymore scandals. He just had to deal with the current mess without creating another one.

Dexter felt his phone vibrate. He knew it was Mark, his younger brother.

'Hey man. Do you have anything?' He asked with the hope that there was an easy way out of this.

'Oh trust me I do.' He said mockingly. If there was anyone who knews how to try his patience, it was Mark.

'Just say it man. I don't have all day.'

'Congratulations bro. You're getting married.' Dexter shook his head, tapped his thigh with his left hand. He turned and looked at Elisabeth. Mark must have been joking.

'Don't push it Mark.' He warned.

'Dexter you know I would love to do that all day but no kidding bro. That woman or should I say girl right there is going to be your wife in two hours from now.' Dexter was no believer, but at this moment he tried his luck. He mouthed a small prayer to anyone who could hear him. He prayed for an earthquake, a storm or a flood. Anything to take his life and spare him the sorrow. No answer came. Seems like he had only himself to turn to.

He looked at the girl hoping to find at least something in her to spark a light of hope. Just anything that he would like. He observed her posture, too sad. Her looks, too plain. Her voice, too distressed. Her background, the very main reason he was so desperate to clear his name. She was to be pledged to be a nun. Who in this century was still doing that.

'Dexter! Man are you still there?' He had forgotten about the call. He took a deep breath. He had never been so cornered in his life. There was always a way out for him. He had all the money to buy a way out, but newsflash. His money couldn't buy back the virtue and dignity of a nun. Not that it bothered him, but the rumours would have a big negative impact on his name overlapping to business. He had already received several "call back and explain yourself"messages from some of his business acquaintances.

'Get me a tux Mark. Send Tasha and her stylist to my place now. I'm getting married.'

I'm getting married. The very words Dexter had banished from his vocabulary. He was too good a player to commit to one woman, and he knew it. Too busy a man to add a woman to his priorities.

please comment and tell me what you think. Chapter 2 coming soon.