The Billionaire's First Glance
Chapter 5
Nathan’s POV
As I pressed the elevator button to head to the VIP ward, I still thought about the beautiful goddess I had seen in the café. Why didn’t I approach her right away? I blew that chance. I sigh and run my hand through my hair.
My grandfather’s room was the largest on the private VIP floor. Corner room, of course. Just like his office at Michaels Investment Group. It would be my office one day, but it is now vacant. Carrington Michaels had a larger-than-life persona. Everything he did spoke of power and dominance. He garnered attention everywhere he went and demanded excellence from everyone around him. When my father passed away when I was 14 years old, my grandfather stepped in to be the father figure I needed. My mother, in her insurmountable grief, had stepped away from me after my father’s death. I had lost both parents the day my father died. I owed everything to this man. Even during my years away at boarding school, he was just a phone call or a plane ride away. He was my inspiration at university, where I earned my doctorate in Economics. He was my rock. When he was diagnosed with cancer 3 months ago, it set my axis off-kilter. He had told me not to worry. He had the best doctors at the best hospital, and “No damn cancer” would take him out.
I opened the door to his room and laughed at the sight that met my eyes. My grandfather was in his flirting stance. I knew it well. His sparkling grey eyes, cocked brow, and grinning smirk were undeniable. I had seen it many times being used on women everywhere. Hell, I think it's where I learned it from. The Michaels charm, people called it. It oozed pure sexuality and got me anything and anyone I wanted.
“Ahem,” I coughed out.
The young twenty-something nurse turned around. “Oh, it looks like you have company, Mr. Michaels.” She smiled.
“Bethany, didn’t I tell you to call me Carrington?” my grandfather mused.
She giggled and touched my grandfather’s arm, then left the room.
“Still at it, I see,” I laughed at my grandfather.
“I’m not dead yet,” he winked.
“You’d probably still be doing it in heaven if you were.” I joked.
He laughed and smiled his debonair smile.
“Ahhhhhh, my coffee. Good boy.” I handed him his coffee and sat in the chair beside the hospital bed.
“So, Grandfather, what did you need to talk to me about so desperately today that you had Samuel reschedule all my afternoon appointments?”
“Well, Nathaniel, I’ve decided that maybe it's time for me to retire as CEO of Michaels Investment Group.” I cringed at my full name; my grandfather was the only one who dared call me by it.
What? I never thought I would see the day. I thought they would carry him out of the office straight to the hearse when he was 99.
“Why now, Grandfather? Is everything ok?” I questioned.
“Nothing to worry about, Nathaniel. Things are improving with the cancer, but I’ve time to think laying here in this damn hospital bed.” He sighed. I know he missed working; it was his life. Long hours and endless meetings were his lifeline.
“You have proven yourself as interim CEO in my absence; I want you to take over as CEO, but…”
I cut him off, “Grandfather, nothing good ever comes after a but.”
“The board of directors is leery of your playboy ways,” he stated. In fact, they are pushing for Alfred to take over.”
Fuck no! Alfred, my cousin, was a bigger playboy than me. He couldn’t keep it in his pants for more than a couple of hours. He only hid his ways behind the premise of being a family man with a wife and the standard two kids. He couldn’t lead worth shit, either! There was no fucking way I was letting him run our grandfather’s company into the ground.
“What must I do, Grandfather, to gain the board's favor?” I asked.
“The answer is simple, my boy. You have until December 31st to get married.”
“You must be joking.” I look at my grandfather incredulously.
“I’m dead serious, Nathaniel,” he answers. “You secure a marriage by New Year’s Eve, or Alfred will be CEO.”
My mind was reeling. How the hell was I supposed to find someone to get married to by December 31st? That’s only 6 weeks away. All the women I had ever been with were disposable. Golddiggers or no one of consequence. This marriage had to look genuine. Where was I supposed to find a girl who looked worthy of marrying?
My thoughts were interrupted by Nurse Bethany entering the room. “Carrington, it's time for your treatment.” My grandfather stood up and walked to the wheelchair.
My grandfather turned to me, “You better get a move on it; the clock is ticking, Nathaniel.” He then sat in the wheelchair, and Bethany wheeled him across the room and out the door.
I sat there for 10 minutes, my mind racing a hundred miles per hour, ticking, ticking, ticking, Nathan. I leaped to my feet and headed to the door. I dialed my phone as I marched down the hall.
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