The young heir stood in shock, refusing to believe what he had just heard. "Haha." He attempted to laugh, but as Nicholas saw that his father wasn't smiling, he quickly sobered up. "What the hell, dad?"
"Language." Sebastian chided sternly, his face contorting to form a frown.
"Sorry dad. But I beg to disagree. You can't just send me off to get married. That is forced marriage." Nicholas protested. The last thing he had in mind was getting married; he was still young and had a lot of things to experience. Marriage would fuck all that.
"I wish I could, Nik. But I won't tolerate this nonsense from you anymore, and I think a wife would just be what you need." Sebastian has been thinking of ways to get his son grounded. He was the only child, and he couldn't let him continue at the rate he was going. At this point, the company would collapse under his reign.
He had decided to seek help from some of his close friends. They were both business associates who grew their multi-million-dollar empires from scratch, so if anyone knows about his worries, it would be Tom (as his friend was called).
It was Tom who had also advised him that Nicholas needed to get married.
"Are you sure? Isn't that like forced marriage?" Sebastian was aghast. He was never forced to marry anyone, so he wanted his son to have the same choice.
"Of course not," Tom said casually, waving him off. "I did that for Ian, and he turned out great; he is even thanking me for the choice. Trust me, that will be the best decision for him."
Sebastian was getting tempted; it sounded like something he really needed at this point. "But how do you do it? It isn't like there is a place I can just get a girl."
His friend laughed, his chest vibrating from the force: "Actually, there is; I just happened to know a place, and that was where I got a wife for my son."
"Where?" Sebastian shifted closer to him, and his ears perked up, eager to hear about this place.
"It is a convent, and before you say anything, the girls have been well trained, and they are just the perfect match for your son."
"The convent? Like where the sisters stay? Catholics?" The frown returned to his face. "I am not so sure of this old friend."
"Trust me, you will like this place; the girls are well behaved, and fuck, they are beautiful. If I wasn't so old, I would have gotten one for myself."
"You old hag. Like that has ever stopped you." Sebastian grimaced, and they both laughed it off. His friend, although a good businessman, had a knack for going after younger women. He would always say it was his secret to staying young.
"Alright." Tom handed him a little card, and on it was the address of the place.
"Just go in there and ask for Sister Martha. She would attend to you. I would inform her of your coming so she could prepare something."
Sebastian had followed the advice of his friend and decided to check the place out; there was no harm in trying.
He had driven there alone, not wanting the driver to know his whereabouts. He didn't want news to be flying around if it eventually worked out, and he was sure the convent would appreciate the gesture.
Sebastian was able to meet the sister, and he was blown away. Tom was right. The convent had girls of all ages, and very beautiful ones at that.
He left the convent that day smiling; he was very sure his son would thank him when everything worked out.
"Hello? Earth to you?" Nicholas waved his hands in front of his father's face, trying to get his attention.
"I am not changing my mind, Nik. If at the end of this week you haven't announced your engagement to that lady, then you can kiss your shares in the company bye-bye." With that, the angry man stomped out of the office, leaving his son short of words.
"When did he become so grumpy?" Nicholas grumbled under his breath. "Old age must be catching up with him."
Wild curls of brown hair peeped inside his office. "Are you alright? It seemed like you had a showdown with your dad." Charlotle commented, her eyebrow knitted in worry. She had no doubt that the father was nagging him about the article.
"Well, you know how Pops is. He is just angry; he will get over it very soon."
"Uhmm... I don't think so; he sounded quite serious." Charlotte couldn't tell what exactly, but there was something in her boss that made her believe that he wasn't going to let this one slide.
"Thank you, Charlotte, but I think I can handle this. Just get back to your work."
"Yes sir." Charlotte shut the door behind her and returned to work. While her boss picked up his phone, his best friend was on speed dial.
"Cam?"
"Bro, what the fuck? I saw your face splattered everywhere on the news. How are you holding up?" Cameron, Nik's best friend, asked as soon as Nicholas received the call. They have both known each other since they were in the womb, as their fathers were good friends.
"I know, it is fucked up." Nicholas sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. It was already becoming long; he needed to trim it.
"Does your pops know about it? What is he saying about it?"
"Of course he knows; he literally woke me up, and I got my sh*t handed to me."
"Sucks to be you."
"As if that isn't enough, he is forcing me to go to work everyday. As if that would take me." Nicholas snarled, throwing the pen he had been twirling. The more he thought about it, the more it got him riled up.
"Oh shit. That is fucked up."
The young heir sighed, "I know. You know what? I will call you back. I need to figure this shit out." He ended the call before the man on the other line could reply. "Shit." Nicholas yelled again. How was he going to cope? He wasn't ready to be married at all, at least not right now. He was still young—just a little over 23 years old.
Nichols's eyes widened by half a fraction as an idea came to him. He just needed to play his cards right and be on his best behaviour this week. His dad was a pushover, and he was sure he would forgive him.
The next day came, and Nicholas was up as early as 5 a.m., quite unlike him. He rode in his Gwagon this time, opting for a more formal car.
He smiled as the car revved up, zooming smoothly through the paved compound outside. "Operation Impress Daddy, Dearest" was on, and he wasn't going to lose.
"Good morning." Nicholas sang happily as he climbed into the hallway leading to his office.
"Good morning, sir." The chorus came from the lips of curious employees. And then something remarkable happened: he was sharing coffee with them.
He took a sip of the creamy latte and sighed, "Hmm, don't you think coffee is the right way to start a day?" He got no response and didn't bother. "Meeting is at 10, and you all had better get all your shit together and give me a good proposal." He barked at the surprised employees before he entered his office.
Nicholas spent the rest of the day with his team, trying to brainstorm the direction they wanted the new ad to go. He wanted something that would bring more sales and exposure to the brand, and maybe his dad would let him off the hook.
His hard work hasn't gone unnoticed by his father, but Sebastian wasn't having a change of heart anytime soon. His selfish desire was also included; he wanted a grandson too; his friend already had one, and he didn't want to be left out.
"Dad." Nicholas called out to him as he entered his father's office. Sebastian quickly hid the picture he was looking at and sat up.
"What is wrong?" His heart tugged as he looked at his son; he looked every bit of... No, he wasn't going to think of that.
"So... I am sure you must have noticed the progress my team and I have been making in the company, and well, I don't think I will have such time if I get married. You know, a wife comes with a lot of responsibility."
"If you are trying to get me to change my mind, just forget about it; I have already made my decision."
"But dad. That is unfair. You can't do that to your only son?" Sebastian cocked an eyebrow at his only child.
"Watch me."
On a Sunday afternoon, while he should have been out chilling on his yacht, Nicholas found himself driving towards the convent to meet his would-be wife.
The incessant honking of the car disrupted the solemn afternoon in the convent until someone opened the gate and Nicholas drove through it. He was angry that his father had still forced him to come to this stupid convent to pick up his wife, and he wanted everyone to know how pissed he was. Out of everywhere he would have searched, his father chose a fucking convent! If it had been one of the daughters of his rich friends, he would have no problem because at least she would be a good fuck and understand their situation. But a reverend sister? Isn't that illegal? He thought they had taken an oath not to know any men. "Well, I guess human beings lie." He murmured to himself as he packed his car where he was directed. He looked at his mirror, ensuring he looked his best before he came down from his vehicle. "Oh, sister Janet." Nicholas greeted her with fake enthusiasm as he saw a familiar face. "I am happy to see you." "And likewise you. Your father told me about your predicament."
"Remove the undergarments also." Nicholas demanded. The words were out of his mouth before he could think of them. He could see a hint of that soft, pale skin, and it tempted him. He wanted more. No, he needed to see more, and that was why the words were spilling out of his mouth. Mary looked at sister, Martha, in question, her eyebrows raised. Was this in accordance with the Bible? She had wanted to ask, but she knew that would earn her a slap from the good sister for being so disobedient. No man had ever seen her in such a state, and now this man had just demanded it. Sister Martha gave her a nod, urging her on. The sister had no idea why Nicholas wanted to see Mary naked; no client had ever asked for that. But she couldn't risk having him walk away without settling for Mary. They were offering her a whopping sum of $50k and she would be dumb not to accept it. "Go on, Mary. Don't keep the young man waiting." Mary did as she was told and began to remove the black undergarment
Nicholas was bopping his head to the beat as he drove back home, and among the songs that were playing on the radio, this was one of his favorites. Despite his build and height, he knew a lot of people would think he would be a fan of rap and hip-hop. But he was just a guy who loved some nice indie and blues. He prefers soul-stirring songs, and that was quite the opposite of Cameron, his best friend. He and Cameron had been best friends since birth. Their fathers were both college friends who set off to establish themselves. The road to success wasn't easy, and their success story wasn't the smoothest one. But they were able to persevere, and now they were among the richest individuals in the country. Rumour had it that his dad and Cameron's dad had planned it so that they could be born together. And on the 9th of May, Nicholas Harrington was born, while Cameron was born on the 28th of the same month. Nicholas finally got in front of the gate of his mansion. The house was a gift fr
"So what did your old man tell you?" Cameron asked his friend as he began to mince the garlic and ginger. The pasta was already cooked, and he was trying to strain it. "He said I was getting married." "What the hell?" There was a crash, then sounds of plates shattering as they hit the floor. "Oh shit." He exclaimed, looking at the damage on the floor. "Yeah, it was shit indeed." Nicholas replied, shaking his head as if in deep thought. "Fuck you, Nik; you don't spring up such a thing on me like that; now look at what you have done." Cameron exclaimed, looking down at a broken China. "Can you get a broom and dustpan to tidy this up?" Cameron asked his friend while he selected another garlic clove and started mincing it. The sauce was still boiling, but it was almost ready. Nicholas brought what was asked of him, and he carefully packed the broken china before proceeding to dump it in the waste bin. He came back to the kitchen to see that his friend had already finished cooking and
Together, Nicholas and Cameron entered the club, and immediately the club was filled with cheers.They were quite popular; I mean, their fathers owned the largest company in New York, and they are known for their lavish lifestyle. So wherever they enter, they are known to put on a show.Suddenly the music was reduced, and a man was coming up on stage. Nicholas remembered him as the owner. "Wassup party people." Screams followed as the crowd shouted. "Some important personalities just walked in right now, and it is an honor to have Nicholas Harrington and Cameron Blackwood." The crowd erupted into cheers as people parted ways for them, thus leaving them in the spotlight."Way for trying to go low-key, huh?" Cameron whispered to Nicholas, and the latter dug his elbow into his stomach."Just smile and wave." Nicholas said to his friend, and they both plastered on their fake smiles and began to wave to the people."Please make sure they feel welcome." The man said although he was actually
Nicholas woke up early that morning before the girl would wake up. It was better this way, so it wouldn't make it awkward.She was a good fuck, no doubt, and he enjoyed their session last night. He checked his pants pocket, brought out some money, and dropped it on the table. That should be enough to cover her service and the room.Nicholas strolled to the bathroom to wash his face, bending over the sink as he poured the water on his face. There was a towel hanging on the rack, but he couldn't trust where it had been, so he just allowed his face to dry naturally.He put on his clothes and walked out of the room. Dipping his hands in his pocket, he brought out his phone, and a shockwave passed through him as he saw the time. It was quarter past five on a Monday morning!He had work to do, and if he dares miss work, his old man will not let it slide. He should have listened to Cameron when he told him not to go."Shit!" He hurried out of the room down the stairs, and thankfully there wa
"Popular playboy and heir to the Harrington's holdings, Nicholas Harrington may be finally off the market. And we couldn't be more excited. Our correspondent Michelle has the news in detail." Then the camera pans to the correspondent."Popular..." Nicholas switched the television on before he could hear more. That was all that seemed to be on the news now. His engagement, so the wedding had to go on without a hitch. Not that there would have been any hitches; the father was paying for his bride.But the engagement party was over before he could open his eyes, and he was happy that way.He smiled as he remembered when Mary walked into the hall, accompanied by her sister, Martha. The sister was lost in his eyes as soon as he saw Mary. Although her dress was simply hideous, he made a mental note to send a fashion designer for a wedding gown so she wouldn't repeat yesterday's mistake.Mary was in a plain purple dress that was loose everywhere. It had no fit, and the color was wrong for he
"No. Too exposed." They brought another dress. "No, I don't like the frills, it is too much." And that was how it continued, with Nicholas rejecting every dress they had picked. He had yet to see any that suited Mary.Either they were too tight and all her breasts were out in display, or they were not fitting enough. It was hard to find a ready-made dress that fit her body type.May sighed as Nicholas rejected yet another of her beautiful pieces. She was so close to losing it if he didn't pick one. "Just pick one already, Nik." May complained, getting frustrated. She had already taken care of Nicholas and Cameron's suits, but Mary's dress was still having issues.Nicholas didn't seem to like any of the ones she had picked out. "I will if I see what I like, but none here has caught my fancy." May gave him a sharp look, and he quickly added, "Yet.""Why don't you ask your wife to pick? She may have a different opinion." May tried to reason with him."Mary." "Huh?" May was confused, won