The Rented Wife

Chapter 1

The Rented Wife, Chapter 1

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Jax scoffed at his father across the dinner table, slamming his utensils down, making his mother jump in fright.

"You can't force me to marry." Jax hissed through his perfectly straight teeth. His father, Benjamin White, the CIO of the White Company, narrowed his dark eyes at his only son sternly.

"That's where you're wrong Jaxon, if you don't marry in 6 months, the business will be gone. And you know what will happen when my business is gone?" He thundered, making his little sister, Jessica flinch and older sister, Jennifer purse her lips.

Jaxon glared at his father. "Why me." He demanded, standing up. "Why do i have to be the one to wed first? Why cant Jen or Jess huh? I'm not the eldest. Jen is!" He snapped back.

"You're my only son, therefore you hold the next line of White's." Benjamin hollered.

Jaxon rubbed his forehead stress-fully. "I...i cant be in an arranged marriage," he spat, trying to make in believable, when really he was trying to think of a billion excuses.

"And why is that?" Benjamin said sighing, calming down a bit.

"Because, i'm already..in love." He lied swiftly, causing Jennifer to choke on her spaghetti in laughter. He glared at her sharply and kicked her under the table. This caught his mother's attention, her eyes gleamed in excitement.

"What?! Really! Who's the girl, baby!" She squealed. "Oh it's not that...revealing girl you brought over last month was it?" She prayed.

Everyone stared at her in shock. Mary rarely spoke, she was very shy and normally kept to herself, she loved her children and always wanted and expected the best from them.

Benjamin looked at his wife. "Mary, i doubt he's telling the truth. When has he ever been in love? He's 19! He doesn't know what love is!" He scowled at his son with fiery eyes.

Jax glared at him and stood up. "I wouldn't be talking." He spat. Mary's eyes darted towards her husband narrowing, then towards Jax.

"What do you mean?" She said calmly. Jax shook his head and walked our of the dining room to the garage and took out his keys, he started to slip inside his Ferrari and drive off to downtown LA.

He was in search for a wife to piss off his father, for the hell of it. Not the kind of girls he dated before, like Sara, Tanya and Kayla who were filthy rich and slutty - but the complete opposite. Someone poor, rude, dumb and naïve, obviously.

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Katerina sat outside the bar, sighing as she heard the daily yelling, laughing and crashing of beer bottles. She inhaled the cold, winters air as she sat by the stairs, watching the snow fall. She loved watching the snow, it calmed her body down and made her forget about her pathetic life.

Suddenly the wooden door slammed open and her boss came out, his face red. Her eyes widened in fear and she stood up abruptly. 

"J-Johnny." She squeaked, fearfully as he went closer to her.

"DONT YA 'JOHNAY' ME YA PATHETIC GAL. GET BACK TA WORK YOU LAZAY EXCUSE OF A GIRL." He yelled loudly.

She flinched and cowered in fear, rapidly nodding. "Y-yes, sorry!" She says, running back as fast as she could.

Katerina put her long blonde hair in a messy ponytail on her way in and licked her dry, chapped lips.

She went to the bar and flinched at the strong aroma of wine and beer in the air. She pursed her lips at the horny, old men giving her glances. She hated the uniform Johnny made her wear everyday; it made her feel like a slut, wearing a short, black dress and a dirty, white apron over the top of it. Her breasts were large so it made the dress appear even more tighter than it already was. She pulled the dress higher and cleared her throat.