Chapter 5 - Snow-white

DAMON’S POV

“You have a compiled list of willing girls you think will be ideal wives for me for a short period of time?” I asked Mathew over the phone both stunned and I couldn’t deny grateful.

Macauley was right, the sleazy old bastard knew that I love a challenge and I will try to get married just to rub how unaffected I remain in his face. But for that to happen I need a bride, willing to know that this is temporary and treat our marriage as such.

And that was the problem, even though millions of women will give up their right arm to be married to me because of the fame, power, and money that comes with the title, I can’t count one woman who would be willing to let go without a fuss.

 But Mathew with his sadistic sense of humor seems to find my distress very entertaining and had decided to speed up my anguish by helping me find a bride. You will think that as the CEO of one of the biggest construction and real estate businesses, he will have less time for such ventures but the man is anything if not a multi-tasker besides, he delegates most of his duties unlike me.

I savor being a workaholic. The stress and the toiling take my mind off things. Most things albeit temporarily.

“Yes,” he replied. “When will you be free?” he asked as I entered my private elevators. It chimed taking me to the top floor where I had a meeting with major shareholders in the conference room.

I checked my wristwatch, a force of nature even though I know what time it was. “12 pm,” I replied and then hung up. I switched off my phone and pocketed it while wondering what was wrong with me and why I was bothering to entertain old Macauley.

I briskly walked out of the elevators and into the conference room, trying to school my expression to show a smidgen of emotion since the board members have complained tirelessly about my poker face that scared them.

They all stood up as I entered the room and sat down immediately after I did.

Just another day to talk about figures and profits I thought not really liking the idea but with nothing to do but twiddle my thumb and hope that Mathew found me the perfect wife, work was all I had left so I sat back listening to their droning voices as they offer their opinions and ideas that I will no doubt never implement.

I have been accused of being tactless, merciless, and outrightly ruthless but none of them complains when the profit keeps on skyrocketing. Typical.

I sat up when I heard the sound of heels clicking against the tiled floor and a thud following after. I winced sitting up quickly and I could see the fear in the eyes of the old men in the room.

I loathed chaos and from the sound that was getting closer, someone will be losing their job soon.

The door was flung open and big blue eyes lit with fright and mischief met mine immediately.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was her. The woman from last week that I couldn’t get from my head and today with the harsh rays of sunshine the ceiling-to-floor length window of the top floor provided, she looked even more delicious in her black wrap gown. Her creamy skin contrasts brilliantly with the color. Her face was flushed and her pale blonde hair whipped in the air as she rushed in then smiled brightly at us like barging into a meeting unannounced was normal.

Sylvia rushed in almost immediately, she had her hands on her knee as she seems to be out of breath while the woman that had assaulted my thought all through last week just stared at her like she was being dramatic.

“I am so sorry sir,” Sylvia fervently apologized, her eyes wide with fear. Sylvia was my personal assistant and had lasted more than usual although she was terrified of me and perhaps that was why she was more efficient than her predecessors who had spent their time gawking at me and gossiping about my personal affairs.

“This crazy woman just barged into the reception demanding ___”

“Crazy woman?” I asked, my eyes meeting hers and she gulped.

“I am sorry, sir.” She muttered looking at me then Snow white and then back at me again unsure of what to say next. “She had claimed to be your fiancée and because of how many women we entertain daily claiming to be a relative or a lover, I thought she was just another enthusiastic fan.”

Snow white rolled her eyes. “I told you that we were keeping our relationship away from the public,” she confidently stated her eyes on mine all along.

I should be mad at her. I should be calling security on her like every other woman who had managed to get past my security and assistant in rare cases. But I don’t know if it was because of the secret smirk that tug her lips as she looked at me almost challengingly and confidently, or because of how much I had obsessed over every conversation we had that night or my dire need for a wife and it seemed too much of a coincidence that she had specifically introduced herself as my fiancée, I stared at her completely fascinated.

“We need to talk now,” she folded her arms looking at me sassily while I stared at her pale red pouty lips. “Alone.” My pretty little thing added looking at my assistant pointedly and slowly she met the eyes of everyone at the table with a confidence that should have made me gawk at her if not that I have spent years schooling my expression.

“You heard her,” I muttered and when my assistant’s mouth slacked in shock, I just pointed to the door and she scurried towards it both scared and in shock.

Grumbling, my share-holders slowly stood up and I almost growled at the few of them whose eyes strayed to Snow white’s chest area for a while before they slowly walked out although looking over their shoulders until Snow white rolled her eyes and shut the door.

“What are you playing at, pretty little thing?” I asked slowly as I sat back in my seat my eyes fixated on little Snow-white who now looked at me with unease, all her confidence and bravado were suddenly gone now we were alone.

Amused, I stood up. “So, you found out that I make more than a few bucks monthly and decided to, I don’t know? Hit me up and pretend like we are pals?”

“No,” she sharply replied still scared but I saw the determination in her eyes and it thrilled me. “Although I don’t think you believe that else you won’t have asked everybody to leave.”

I slowly moved towards her and she entered panic mode, her eyes fixated on every step I made that closed the space between us. “Maybe I sent everyone away because I have an unhealthy obsession with you and have not been able to get you off my mind,” she took a step backward. “Maybe because since last week you are all I can think about. I imagine what you will look like without clothes on, your hair disheveled and your dress pooling your legs while your head falls back in pleasure.”

A startled gasp left her lips as her back met the glass door, and she stared at me feeling cornered. “I also imagine you lying down spent on my bed, your lashes lowered while you give me a lazy grin looking every inch like a woman that has been thoroughly fucked,”

“Don’t you think that those thoughts are too personal to disclose to a stranger?” she squeaked in shock.

I grinned and she looked at me with wide eyes. “Perhaps. But if we are being reasonable nobody goes around claiming to be the fiancée of a stranger, Snow white.”

“Snow white?” she asked in surprise her eyes zeroing in on me as I stared at her, slowly pausing my movement. “I am Julia.” She corrected smiling. “And I am willing to be your wife.”

I have imagined seeing Snow white again after that night in my club but never in a million years had I imagined her standing in front of me, looking at me like she was completely clueless about the effect she had on any red-blooded male, the effect she had on me while she stood there looking like something from a wet dream and offering to be my wife.

To be mine.

“You want to be my wife?” I asked not believing my ears as I took another step towards her. Her back was still pressed against the window even as she nodded.

“I promise to leave when you want me to and I am not going to cause any problem or get clingy __” she gulped completely scared because in quick strides I have completely closed the distance between us.

I shouldn’t scare her away before she ran without looking back. She was too pure for me, too naïve and if I was a better man, I should ask her to leave but I was already entertaining the idea of her being by my side although for a few months and it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

“What if I want things from you?” I asked even though I should know better but I wanted so much to see her reaction.

She tilted her head to meet my eyes, her apple-shaped face, the perfect embodiment of innocence. “Things like what?”