Chapter 002

~DAX~

"I will not get married so that you can hand over your company to me, Father! We both know that I am good at what I do, regardless of my marital status!" I snapped as I walked down the stairs.

My father was behind me. Insisting for the hundredth time that I get married before he can legally hand over his company to me as his firstborn son.

It was so demotivating that I had to earn my rightful inheritance by my marital status instead of my hard work and dedication.

He knew that I was more than qualified to handle the company after him.

"I will not have you rule that company with hoes, son!" He yelled as we both got downstairs.

I turned to him. "If you don't want me as the successor to your company anymore, Dad, don't try to force it by making me marry before my appointed time!"

"You are 30 years old, Dax! Aren't you ashamed of yourself that at your age you still sleep with different girls and have no prospects for your future?!" He asked.

"I decide when I want to marry, Father. You don't get to make that decision for me because of some inheritance!" My angry voice echoed in the living room.

"If you want to be the next CEO of Salvatore Industries, you will find yourself a wife before the month ends!" He threatened me and left, heading outside.

I heard a chuckling sound behind me, and it was my brother.

I turned around and faced him. I was not getting the joke that he was amused by.

"You're amused. What are you doing here?" My voice came harsher than I intended it to.

"Do you think that I can go away and miss all the drama between Father and you?" He laughed.

Xavier was my little brother. He was 4 years younger than me and was still studying for his doctoral degree.

I, on the other hand, followed my father's footsteps and studied Business.

Hence I opened a club, and several others to show my father that I could start my own thing and make money from it.

He was so proud of me.

"You are supposed to be at school, studying human anatomy, remember?" I rolled my eyes as I headed to the bar to get myself a glass of whiskey.

Xavier followed behind me and chuckled. "I thought you enjoyed having me around?"

"I used to," I answered plainly.

"Ouch." He took a glass and poured himself a brandy.

We then took our glasses and headed back to the living room.

I sat down with a sigh and drank my whiskey. I was gulping down half of it.

"Do you think you're going to be able to find a wife in Highwaters?" He looked at me.

"I don't know. Do you think that there are any wives around?" I asked him.

Honestly, there was no one I could think of. I knew almost all the girls around here, and they all threw themselves at me, and I slept with them.

None of them put a spark in my heart and made me feel like I could have something more with them.

They were all too boring to start a conversation with and maintain it. They had no ambitions or goals.

"Have you thought of offering anyone a contract to be married to you? It can be a year or two years to make our father believe in your union. Someone you know you won't be committed to?" My very smart and annoying brother commented.

He was right. Why didn't I think of that all along to get my father off my back?

I got up from the couch and gave him a handshake. He awkwardly obliged to it.

"You're very smart, do you know that?" I complimented him.

He held his head high. "I know."

I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs to my room with my glass of whiskey.

"I can't wait to meet your bride!" He yelled behind me.

I was so happy to get this over and done with. But the problem was now, who?

The internet was full of scammers and gold diggers for me to take a chance there to find me a wife.

Everyone who saw me saw a money bank to milk money from.

My phone rang as soon as I closed my door. I picked it up on the second ring.

"Good day, Sir. I hope you're well this morning," the caller greeted on the line, and it was Calvin.

"I'm well, Calvin, how are you?" I asked back.

"I'm very well, Sir, thank you. I called regarding a text I got two nights ago about someone looking for a job as a stripper in your club." Calvin, who was a hiring agent, explained.

I got a crazy idea and wanted to see this person's picture before she got admitted to the admission portal to be one of my strippers.

It was good business to make such a deal with someone I did not know or had any relations with.

"Did she send her picture?" I asked enthusiastically.

"She's petite, 5"5, and very beautiful," Calvin described her.

"Send me her picture," I instructed and hung up the call.

A few minutes later, my phone beeped, and it was a text from Calvin with a picture attached to it.

I swore under my breath when I recognized her. She was the girl who gave me attitude and had no idea who I was.

She dared to spill shots on me and not apologize when I was the owner of that damn place.

A mischievous grin spread from my lips when I realized that maybe she was the right person for the job.

Why not make her pay daily for what she did to me? After all, I was no angel to make the year contract with her bearable.

***

"Well, I got a better offer for you," I proposed to her.

She shot her eyes up at me and met mine. Her eyes were beautiful. I must confess.

They were green and looked curious and mischievous.

If she was not someone I just met twice, I would have torn her dress and fucked her right here in my office and had her moans echo throughout the whole building.

"What's the offer?" Her lips parted.

She was curious. And I could not wait for her to scribble down her signature and get this party started.

"My father wants me to bring a wife at home for him to sign over his biggest company in the country over to me," I explained as I got up from my chair and came to sit on the edge of the table in front of her.

I had to at least be honest with her, right?

"For a year, I want you to be my wife and get yourself ten million dollars at the end of our contract."

She looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.

"10 million dollars?" She could not believe it.

But it didn't sound like a ridiculous amount to me.

It sounded like the right amount because she had to be seen with only me in public, which meant that whatever relationship she had going on had to be jeopardized.

I nodded. "Are you in a relationship?"

"No, I'm not." She answered without hesitation, and for some reason, I was glad.

"Well then, you can scribble down your signature, and it will be official," I said enthusiastically.

"Wow. I'm- I will only get the lumpsum by the end of the contract?" She asked.

I cleared my throat. "Well, as soon as you sign the contract, you will be entitled to receive two hundred thousand dollars every month for shopping and anything you may need, and then you will receive ten million dollars by the end of our contract."

She looked at me intensely and then finally said, "Where do I sign?"

I watched as she scribbled her name down on the piece of paper, and it was done.

She was mine, according to the paper. And I was very possessive of everything that was mine.

"Thank you," she smiled at me.

"Don't mention it, and please, do leave your house address, I might need it as time goes by."

She was very happy to scribble it down in my diary before leaving. And as I was indulging my thoughts on her, my door swung open, and Sasha came in.

She banged the door close behind her, which caused me to sit upright, surprised by her bad mood, which was obvious by the way she closed the door.

"Who was that?" She rushed to my desk, fuming with anger and jealousy.

"Who?" I stood up and faced her, irritated by her obsessive behavior when she knew that we were just casual.

"Don't you dare ask me that stupid question, Dax, you know who! That girl who just came out of your office!" She yelled.

"If you're here to talk, you better control your tone with me before I call security to escort you out of my office," I said as I sat down, refusing to tolerate her behavior.

She pouted and then sat down where Lana was. "I called you last night, but you did not pick up my calls. Why?"

"I was busy, Sasha. Unlike you, some of us have jobs to do," I answered her with a smile.

Quite frankly, I was not in the mood to deal with her today. She was better when I wanted to release myself.

Other than that, she was not my cup of tea.

"I thought I was your girlfriend, Dax. Weren't you supposed to check up on me and ask me about my day or whatever?" She nagged.

"You're not my girlfriend, Sasha. I thought we talked about this. I don't want to have to explain my intentions to you a million times," I looked at her.

She got off her chair and came over to me, "Tell me you don't feel the chemistry between us. Tell me you don't want me all to yourself and that you don't love me."

She got down on her knees before me and touched my belt to let it loose before I grabbed her hand.

"I don't love you, Sasha. And if you don't want to get that through your thick skull, I will have to let you go."

She looked at me as if she wanted to cry. "Fine. I'm sorry."

"Good. Now, be a good girl for Daddy," I smirked, and she smiled at me as she carried on letting my belt loose.

An afternoon blowjob from her was not such a biggie. She was good at it, and why not?

When she was done letting my belt loose and releasing my dick, she looked up at me and started stroking it around her hand.

Her hand was so warm and small around me. I groaned and relaxed back on my chair.

When her mouth started to take me in, it drove me nuts. I felt myself getting even harder as her tongue sucked on the tip of my head.

If this wasn't heaven, I didn't know what was. After a few minutes, I was happy to fill her mouth with my cum.

She looked up at me and swallowed without any hesitation.

"That's my good girl," I said as I helped her up and lifted her skirt and settled her down on my dick.

She moaned as she took it all in.

When my dick was finally inside her, I grabbed her waist and started to move it up and down my groin.

Office sex was never even better, and she knew what I liked.

And just as I closed my eyes, expecting my second release, Lana popped into my mind, and I released.

It was so unusual of me to think of another woman while fucking another, and I knew that maybe, just maybe, this one was going to be a mistake.