Chapter 1 - Marry me

-INDIGO-

"Don't look, but Joshua's looking at you." Matilda whispers to me, I scrunch my eyebrows and turn around to look. She nudges my elbow in frustration.

"I told you not to look!" She snarls and I roll my eyes. Joshua smiles and waves at me, I reciprocate politely before turning away.

"He totally loves you!" Matilda coos.

"No, he doesn't. You're just delusional. Besides stop talking about love, we're at work." I tell her, as I turn back to my computer and start working. 

"Work, Smchork. It doesn't matter where we are. Love can happen—"

"Indigo!" A demanding voice booms through my intercom and I see Matilda's lips tug up in irritation.

"Yes, sir," I answer my grumpy boss, Mr. Grey.

"Come to my office now." He says and cuts the line. I sigh heavily, before standing up from my seat and adjusting my skirt.

"Be right back." I tell Matilda and she mimics my words childishly.

I walk over to Mr. Grey's office that's directly opposite my cubicle and knock on the door, before entering.

"You called, sir." I say, and he looks up from his office tab.

"Cancel all my plans for the day, my grandfather's will-reading is this afternoon." He says in a curt tone and I nod, I start to make my way out of his office when he stops me.

"And clear your schedule as well, you're coming with me." I only nod my head and give him a tight-lipped smile before doing as he says.

Two and half hours after that, I'm stepping out of Mr. Grey's private jet and into another state. We enter into a prepaid car and start the journey to the lawyer's office. We get there thirty minutes after that and I'm told to wait outside as Mr. Grey steps into the office to talk.

-ROWAN-

This better be worth it. I canceled my schedule for the day just to know what that old bastard left for me. 

"Good day, sir." Attorney Grant says to me as I take a seat. I don't reciprocate his greeting, instead I give him a sharp look that spells 'Let's get this over with.' 

"Uh... yes. It says here 'The distribution of my properties should be given as follows - ten percent of my money should go to all my charity—" 

"I don't care for this nonsense. What did he leave me with?" I tell the attorney in an impatient sharp tone and he clears his throat, before giving me a nervous look. 

"To my only grandson, I leave him with my most prized possession. My estate property in the Caribbeans that is worth over a billion dollars—" 

"Fuck, yes!" I mutter in relief, at least the old man did one thing right in his life. 

"But he can only claim it once he is married." The attorney completes and my triumph is cut short. 

"What?" I ask in a sharp tone. 

"You can only gain access to the property after you get married." The attorney says. 

"That old bastard is still ruling the game, even in his grave." I say, spiteful. 

"But, this could be an easy fix, right? I just have to get married." I say, as a new ray of hope shines before me. 

"It's not that simple, Mr. Grey. Your grandfather stated here that the marriage should be valid and must be over six months, at least." The attorney explains. 

"There's no other way, I have to get married?" I ask, like it's the worst thing in the world that could ever happen to me. 

"None. This is unbreakable. I suggest you start finding brides. As a matter of fact, I have a daughter that—" 

"Shut up!" I snap at him, as I stand up from the chair and march outside in anger. 

I'm faced with my secretary, Indigo, the second I step out of the office and she has this annoying wary look on her face. 

"Mr. Grey, how did the—" 

"Not now!" I raise a hand to stop her. She nods her head curtly and walks silently. 

At least, she knows how to behave herself. I like that about her. She's the only secretary that I've had for over two years now. Though she's young, she knows how to keep herself. Always so organized and poised. 

I wonder how she'll react when the finds out the truth. 

We take a flight back to New York, with enough time to get in a few jobs done. Indigo doesn't ask for permission to leave, instead she takes a seat back on her cubicle and goes straight back to work. I nod, before walking back into my office.

Back to the pressing problem.

I've always wanted that estate since I was a little boy, it's mine now, but I can't access it. My grandfather really did me dirty on this deal.

I need advise on what to do.

I place a call on my office tab to my best buddy. He picks up at the first ring and screams 'Hello' into my ear. A scowl makes it's way on face and I sigh heavily, as I start to massage my temples.

"I want to ask you something," I tell him in a straight voice.

"Rowan, I've told you many times. It goes into the first hole not the—"

"Shut up!" I snap at him and he laughs loudly. It's takes a while for him to calm down, and when he does, I continue speaking.

"Who should I marry?" I ask and the line goes silent for over ten seconds, before the bastard bursts into another fit of laughter.

"I'm dead serious." I grit out, but he's still laughing.

"Wait wait wait. You called me up at nine pm to ask me who you should marry?" He asks in-between laughs. 

Maybe calling him was a bad idea.

"Jax, stop laughing and pull yourself together!" I say in a pissed off tone and the laughter reduces slightly as he starts to get himself back.

"Why would you even ask me that?" He asks, with humor laced in his tone.

"I have to get married and you know women. Refer one that can be my wife." I say in urgency. 

"What do you mean by you have to get married?" He asks, slowly.

"My grandfather left me an estate, I have to get married before I can access it." I explain to him, as my hands start shaking. They tend to do that when I'm stressed.

"Fuck! The old bastard!" Jax remarks and I hum in agreement.

"So, find me a wife." I instruct him and he chuckles.

"Getting married isn't a business deal. I can't just find you a wife. It has to be sacred—"

"Fucking give me a list of names now!" I bark.

"Okay okay," he says, giving in. "You know Hilary Laurie, heiress of Matatech industries, she's nice. Uh... Gwen Page, she's a hot model, makes good pancakes. How about Charlotte Reid, she's smoking hot and—"

"You're fucking useless!" I cut him off, I'm about to scream at him some more when someone knocks and steps into my office.

"I'm done for the day, sir." Indigo says, as she rubs her palms against her pencil skirt. My lips tug up in irritation at the interruption, I dismiss her with a with a nod and she smiles, before walking out of my office.

"Who was that?" Jax asks me. 

"My secretary," I reply in a dismissive tone. 

"Fuck! Indigo?" He inquires. 

"No, Purple." I deadpan. 

"You didn't have to be sarcastic. But, I just got an idea." He says the last part in a calculating tone.

"Spill."

"Marry Indigo!" He exclaims, and he's lucky he can't see the grim expression on my face.

"I'm hanging up." I say dryly, as I attempt to end the call.

"Wait wait wait! Listen to what I have to say. Indigo, she's the only woman that you've ever tolerated. Heck, you couldn't even stand the sight of your mother when she was alive, but Indigo. She's been working for you for over two years and not once have you complained about her. " He reasons.

"Just because she's a good secretary doesn't mean she'll make a good wife." I say.

"See! You just admitted that she's a good secretary. You never say anything good about anyone. And what's the worse that could happen? You two get married, after you get the estate, you divorce. I'm sure Indigo will be cool with anything that pleases her boss." He explains.

" You're sick." I tell him, before I end the call.

Marry Indigo.

That's preposterous!

Or is it? She's quiet, dutiful, efficient. She won't be a bother, she's very submissive. But if she finds out... Being in the same space with her for too long, I might spill. But, what if I don't?

Twenty five minutes later, I'm standing in front of Indigo's apartment door and knocking. She opens the door and her eyes widen at the sight of me.

"Marry me."