The CEO's Contract Bride: Marriage On Paper

Bruce You are probably wondering how I got into this situation. You probably want to know how I ended up asking Natasha to have a contract marriage with me. Allow me take you back memory lane. ** "I have girls prepared from all over the country. I have screened them and I hope they would meet your standards," Kelvin told me as he handed me an iPad. He had compiled the lists of girls in a file there. I began to scroll through the profiles. "I have high standards," I muttered. "It will be a marriage for only three months. Your standards shouldn't be that high," Kelvin responded wittingly. "That's the more reason why it has to be a perfect woman!" I exclaimed. "I have kept a perfect image so far, my marriage won't be the opposite. When the marriage ends, I want the public to say that not even a perfect woman like whoever I pick could end up satisfying me." Kelvin turned towards me with his arms folded, "And what do you think makes up a perfect woman?" I was eager to reply. "Beauty. Grace. Charisma. Feminity. Sexy. Smart. There should be more," I replied in a firm voice. "The standards are not as high as I thought," Kelvin replied. "For someone like you, I thought you would like someone famous. Maybe a hot model or actress. Or a rich heiress?" "I could consider that for my second marriage," I shrugged. "For this first, it is a fake. I don't need to go to those extents. And also, I don't like actresses. Especially if they kiss a lot in movies." "You are not an old-fashioned guy, Bruce. Surely you don't judge a woman by the amount of men she has kissed?" Kelvin asked. I took a deep breath and pondered on that. "I don't necessarily judge," I muttered. "But I can't! I won't. You wouldn't want me kill an actor who groped her in a scene. I don't have the self-control to handle that." "Then we can rule out actresses from your second marriage," Kelvin smiled. "You should focus more on my first," I replied. His smile disappeared instantly. "Check the profiles on the iPad. They will be up to your satisfaction, I assure you," Kelvin replied confidently. I sighed before I began to scroll through. I had to admit, some of the profiles were amazing. There were beauties and there were beauties with brains. I selected four of them and gave the iPad back to Kelvin. When he saw how many I chose, he smiled again. "I knew you would like it," Kelvin replied excitedly. "Don't get too excited," I interrupted. "I will need to have a date with each one of them. I will have to see if they are someone I can consider in my life." "But it isn't even real..." Kelvin muttered. "So I should pick someone I have no chemistry with? You want me to do that just because it's a contract marriage?" I stared at him, my heart full of distaste. "Sorry, boss," Kelvin stood up hurriedly, his hands behind his back. "Fine!" I exclaimed. "What do I hate the most?" "Girls!" Kelvin answered. "And where did you get that from?" I had to ask. "You have never dated girls. You don't even want them to touch you. You hate the idea of a blind date and you are not a bit worried about the rumors of you being gay," Kelvin replied in a confident voice. "Maybe it's because I am gay..." I stood up and walked to Kelvin. "Now that I think about it, you do have a nice, round butt. I want to smack it." "Here you go!" Kelvin turned his butt towards me. I didn't expect that reaction one bit. Kelvin continued, "Go ahead. Smack it whichever way you want, daddy." "Just get that smelly butt out of my sight!" I shouted at him. He turned around with a victorious look. "I know you the best, boss. You are definitely not gay," he replied, a smile on his face. I bit my lower lip and went nearer to him, "If you know me that much, why would you say what I hate the most are ladies?" I stepped on Kelvin's foot and a cry escaped from his lips. "Violence!" He exclaimed. "Shut up!" I exclaimed in a louder voice. "What I hate the most is time wasting and here I am, wasting my time with you." "I'm sorry, boss, but it hurts," he muttered. "I will have dates with all four ladies today. I will spend thirty minutes each with them. Have them ready by the next hour," I ordered. "That would be impossible," Kelvin retorted. "I told you I gathered the ladies from far and wide. One of them stays in Paris, France. Another lives in a Frankfurt, Germany. Even one of the remaining two that lives here in the United States is in a faraway province. It will be almost impossible to have her with us in an hour." "So you mean they ain't prepared?" I asked, unable to believe my ears. "Unfortunately, no. But if I reach out to them now..." Kelvin tried. "Enough!" I raised my hand. "Consider the unavailable people disqualified. Reach out to the last one who is available. I will have a date with her." "Understood," Kelvin replied. I began to walk out right before a realization hit me. I turned towards Kelvin now. "How did you screen these ladies? Why would they accept a contract marriage with me?" I asked calmly. "You are handsome and you are wealthy. Any lady would choose to wed you even though it's false," Kelvin replied innocently. I realized I had given this crucial job to the wrong person. "This last lady..." I muttered. "She has no social media presence, does she?" "She does!" Kelvin exclaimed excitedly. "She has more than two million followers across her social media platforms. You will love her." I could tell a headache was incoming. "Cancel all you've planned, Kelvin," I ordered. "And get out of my office. Right NOW!"