Forced to Marry a Gay Billionaire Boss

“We're getting married tomorrow!”

Sierra raised one eyebrow, hearing the words of the man who was casually sipping his champagne. She could only give in to the decision of the cruel, yet sinfully hot and charming man in front of her. If only her father was not at stake here, Sierra would not be sitting with the hunky man who forced her to marry him.

For some reason, she wondered why this perfectly sculpted man was forcing her to marry him tomorrow. They had just met a few days ago, at an event organized by her father. That was where she and the man met. The man, who is the CEO of a well-known modeling agency company, had out of the blue directly asked Mr. Carlson, her father, to marry her. 

Doesn't that smell fishy? It turns out that her feelings were spot on. When she was about to reject his proposal, it was her father's company that became his target. This ruthless man has threatened to withdraw all his shares from her father's small company. If Sierra turned him down, he would mercilessly bankrupt her father's company.

What on earth does this perfect gentleman in front of her want now? The man she knows as the CEO of Valentino Enterprise is controlling the entire career she has built since she was young.

“Why do we have to get married? Didn't you say that you didn't like me when I was at the party that night? Then why are you now all of a sudden forcing me to marry you? And that's tomorrow! Seriously, what's in your brain?” She took out all her frustration on him, who didn't seem to show any guilt or shame on his face as she bombarded him with questions. “Besides, you're shamelessly asking my father for me as if I'm a piece of crap!”

The man in front of her was indeed gorgeous and sculpted like a Greek god, perhaps if this man wanted to become a model, his career would skyrocket. Look at the muscles of his muscular arms, crushed by his black shirt that is so bulging just to ask to be stroked.

Argh, holy moly. Get out of my dirty mind.

She cursed to herself, as her wild brain worked wildly without compromise. This was all because of her best friend, Claire, who was always brainwashing her to think of perverted things. She was a model like herself who was a little... kinky when it came to hot and hunky guys.

“Relax Miss Carlson, we are just married on paper. You can use me to get your career up a notch, and I can use you for the sake of my own so... anyway, we're only married on paper! There's no love, no affection when it's just the two of us. Don't interfere with each other's business, you with your life and me with mine. Got it, Miss?”

Sierra had nothing more to say. Her jaw was dropped open, as she heard word after word spoken by the man who was forcing her to marry him. Even still with his casual expression, the man named Ace Valentino looked so calm in his words.

Don't interfere in his life, no love, no affection when they are together? What kind of marriage is that? Sierra may be a wild and free woman, but when it comes to pride and marriage, the 27-year-old lady would never mess around. And now Ace, the arrogant and ruthless man... was ruining the way her life had been set up.

"Aren't you—"

"Ah yes, one more thing," Ace cut her off by briefly pausing her words. "There is no such thing as a physical relationship, I'm not interested in that body of yours. So if you want your rights, I'm sorry, I'm not giving them to you. Well then, enjoy your day my soon-to-be wife, I have to go to the office again. Remember, we are getting married tomorrow, so get ready for that!" Rising to his feet, Ace ended the conversation.

Sierra widened her eyes at his words, speechless. What kind of wedding was she getting involved in tomorrow? She tried to suck in her breath deeply so that the tempers that were ready to burst in her brain would not come out and wreck this place.

"What a psycho man! How dare he insult me in this way!"

*****

Right now, she was in a hotel room. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down.

Just about an hour ago she and Ace had held their wedding reception and now the two of them were still in the luxurious hotel where they were staying.

Gazing around the room, she looked around. She sighed deeply... again at the sight of the hotel room which was perfectly suited to a newlywed's room. It was dimly lit with a lavender scent that was so sweet that anyone could be swept away the moment they stepped into it.

Sadly, not for Sierra. She snickered, feeling bitter looking at all these decorations as if she was having her first ever lovely night. Hell, even she had no idea where her husband was now, leaving her alone sitting in what was supposed to be the bridal suite. He simply did not tell her where he was heading after the wedding reception was over. Instead, he left her for dead. Wasn't he the one who forced her to marry him in the first place? Then why did he leave her for nothing like this?

Was it true that the man who was already her legal husband in the eyes of God and the law didn't want to look at her and even taste her?

If so, then she wouldn't just sit idly by. Who the hell is he? Just because he has a pretty face, he can casually trample on her pride.

Being too worn out, Sierra ended up crawling into bed. She paid no mind to the flower petals that were beautifully decorated and now scattered on the bed that looked very pretty and fancy.

*****

In another place, there are two men in a huge and luxurious club in the city. Both of them were downing alcoholic drinks made by the bartender.

"Why are you even here? Aren't you getting married today, Ace?"

Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, the 30-year-old man went back to chugging his alcoholic drink. While his male companion next to him just shook his head slowly at his friend's behavior.

"Don't you feel sorry for your little wife? You and your little wife are supposed to be making love, right, so why are you here?" Chided his friend.

Ace gave an annoyed huff. The bartender who was making a drink for him next chimed in. While the two men who kept pestering him with questions, laughing jokingly at the man's pissed off face.

"You must know why I was not there tonight, right? Just looking at her disgusts me, let alone making love to her. Even if she were naked in front of me, I would never be drawn to that woman's body. I married her as a shield for the sake of it, don't you get it?"

"Never mind, I'm going home. You two are giving me a headache."

Ace grabbed his coat, which was draped over the back of the chair. The man walked out of the club. Many hot chicks were staring at him with wild gazes, some even daring to touch his sensitive areas as they passed by. Yet instead of getting horny, he felt sick to his stomach and stuck out his tongue in disgust, rather than smiling sheepishly at the girl who purposely touched his manhood.

“Why are there so many disgusting bitches here? I should clean myself up and take a shower after getting out of this place!”