Chapter 2

Morgan

Wearing a forest green suit and a burgundy colored silk shirt, my Lawyer walked directly to my desk and exhaled briefly.

He wasn’t meant to be here—being that we had no business to sort but before I could say anything in regards to that, he breathed out.

“The Taters do not have what it takes to pay their debt but Simon Taters just sent me a proposal and I think you need to see this.”

Liam popped open the button of his suit jacket and shoved out a document. “He just came up with an adjustment to the—”

My phone buzzed at the moment, silencing him and making me turn in the direction of the damn cell phone. I picked up the call and put it on loudspeaker because he's my lawyer and there’s really nothing I can keep away from him.

“Mr. Flamur,” the high-pitched female voice called. “Can you hear me, Mr. Flamur?”

“Get to the fucking point,” I answered coldly and she swallowed hard from the other end. “The news isn’t being friendly again,” she continued. “This—this is just as bad as the first.”

I picked up my tablet and scrolled through it just so I could understand what she was talking about. Hell, I hate New York City ‘cause they always make shit unbearable for me.

I'm the second son and the most hated of all three Flamur brothers because while the rest are busy living their lives for the world to see them, I do not fucking care about anyone but myself and my pleasure.

HEADLINE: Morgan Flamur Implicated in Massive Financial Scandal: Accused of Embezzlement and Fraud.

I scoffed and scratched my stubble beard. “These people think I’m a fucking fraudster?” I asked.

“That’s not all, sir.” Before I could take a second to process it, my P.A., Diane continued. “There are also a lot of stories about how much of a playboy you are and it is tarnishing the company’s reputation, sir.”

“Which of the companies?” I asked.

“Your father’s.”

Call me an asshole but I was glad it had nothing to do with mine. “How bad is it?”

“Very bad that it may soon affect yours. I am getting calls from the investors in Michigan and—”

“Holy shit,” I blurted. “Figure out a solution to this and just get back to me.”

I dropped the call and dug my fingers through my thick black hair.

“Morgan,” Liam called and I looked at him. “Just tell Taters to get me my fucking money.”

“You’ve not been listening to me,” he countered.

“The Taters are bankrupt as well. They have no way to pay back your money but they have the solution we may need.”

The quick look I flashed him made him give a nod in confirmation. “We have lots of scandals now, Morgan. There’s only one way to shut their mouths and make them focus on something else.” He paused to catch the reaction on my face but there was none. “Accept Simon Taters’ proposal and marry his daughter.”

“Marry?” I asked him. “Are you fucking out of your mind?”

“No no—” he said and heaved. “I don’t mean the forever thing. He’s giving you his daughter for free then we can use her to stop this damn scandal.”

I paused to think about it. The scandals are not far from true—I am a fuck boy who has no interest in relationships but this has made more people against me, including the so-called daughter I’m about to get married to.

Vina and I ended on bad terms when my father’s company had the biggest downfall and left everyone thinking I was bankrupt.

“Marrying one of the women I’ve had a thing with is just as bad as starting another scandal.”

Liam scratched his brow lazily. “It’s better, trust me.”

“So what is next?” I asked without even taking a look at the document that he had dropped on my desk.

“Go to his house and finalize this shit.”

I exhaled audibly and took a moment to think of it. I rubbed my eyes and even considered canceling when my phone vibrated and Diane’s name flashed across the screen. I diverted the call because I wasn’t about to hear any more shit about myself.

I grabbed the keys on the desk and gave a head-sign to Liam who understood it was time to probably return to his courtroom or something.

*****

“Welcome to my house,” Simon Taters muttered as he led me to the best sofa in their house. I kept a stern expression as his wife walked beside him and they both looked around, trying to make sure everything was perfect.

“What can I offer you?” Simon’s wife asked but I sure as hell was not going to have anything. The jerk in me wanted to blurt ‘your daughter’ but I held myself and just gave a small scoff. “I’ll have nothing, Simon Taters.”

His throat bopped and he looked at his wife, sending some messages to her that I didn’t care about. All I wanted was to finalize the proposal and with that, I cleared my throat.

“I believe you know why I’m here,” I told him. “You owe me a debt, Simon Taters but you claim to have another means of repayment?”

He gave a firm nod. “Yes—yes. I uh—I sent a proposal to your lawyer and he said he-”

“Can you go straight to the fucking point?” I growled. “Get me Vina and let us finalize this deal.”

He turned to look at his wife and they both exchanged a look that made their brows arch in both confusion and worry. “You’re getting it all wrong,” his wife muttered and forced a smile to her face. “You are not getting married to Vina.”

“Then who the hell am I getting married to?”

“You’re getting married to her,” Simon Taters answered and my line of vision followed him to meet her. Her hair was dark brown and it was tied in a bun. Her eyes lit in shock when she saw me but more than just the look on her face, I could see the molding against the curve of her breasts and hips. She was undoubtedly beautiful and I could see the nervousness with the way her jaw dropped.

“Who is she?” I casually asked, looking at Simon Taters.

“Your wife.” He turned back to the young lady and gave a small smile. “Are you not his wife, Winter?”