Contract Marriage; Fated Love

“Dad?” Jayden called.

“Yes?” came the reply.

“Did you just say I will have to marry Mr. Clinton’s eldest daughter?” Jayden asked. He wasn’t sure if he had heard right.

“Yes. That was what I said. You will have to get married to her and that must be done soonest.”

“But father, are you suggesting an arranged marriage for me? A whole me? Common father. That can’t happen,” Jayden quickly rebuffed the suggestion.

Mr. Gray silently and slowly wiped his hands and mouth with the serviettes. Jayden waited patiently for his father to speak. When he finally did, he said something very simple.

“I didn’t say this for us to argue. Meet me at home this evening. We are done with lunch. Let’s go.” With that, he stood up admist the shocked looks on the faces of his wife and son.

“Honey…” his mum tried to intervene but Mr. Gray by passed her and left the restaurant. He didn’t even give her a chance to speak. She held her son’s hand and comforted him.

Jayden sat in his office again that afternoon. He pondered over his father’s words and shook his head.

“The irony of life. Four years ago, a lady was pushed to me and I rejected her. Now, tables have turned. I am now forced to marry a girl I don’t even know. What if she is not beautiful, shapey or isn’t good in bed, which is the most important thing?” he asked himself. The thought of the bedroom performance of his wife to be aroused him. He picked his phone and made a call.

“Arrange a hot young girl for me right now. The same place. Same hotel, same room. You know the kind of girls I like. Be fast about it,” he ordered and placed his head on the table.

His phone rang five minutes later. He quickly picked it up.

“Yes?”

“Sir, she has been arranged. Just the way you want her,” the person who called reported. Jayden smiled and rubbed his crotch. He loved moments like this.

It was already late evening when Jayden woke up in the arms of his partner. She had been so sweet. He suddenly remembered he was to meet his father that evening. His father was a no nonsense man. He loved his kids but was quick to spank anyone who tried to go astray or contrary to his directives. Jayden had gotten a fair share of it when his father got wind of his promiscuous life.

Just then, the pretty young girl opened her eyes and flashed Jayden a seductive smile which made his manhood erect. He was tempted between taking another round and going to answer his father. The girl stretched her hands and touched his nipples. He felt his blood boil. He knew he couldn’t do without another round. Her hands kept moving downwards and soon found their way between his legs. He responded to her touch and soon, they were moaning sweetly and softly.

Seated on the luxurious sofa in the family sitting room, he wondered what his father had to say. He had been there for more than twenty minutes but his father had acted like he was air. There was bad blood and cold blood between father and son now. His father had never failed to express his grievances and disappointment over his kind of lifestyle. Jayden had only been fortunate that his father was out of the country when he was supposed to marry Emily. Till date, his father was not told the true story.

After what seemed like eternity and when his father was done taking his time and practicing perfection on what he had to say, he cleared his throat and said,

“Jayden. I have spoken to Mr Clinton. You must prepare yourself and get ready. The wedding will be done in less than a month. We have to wait for his daughter to get settled. And as for you, you have to live a clean life. Understood?”

Jayden just looked on and said nothing. Clean life indeed. The thought of his afternoon, evening experience made him excited. He really would need more of that. He focused once more on reality.

“Father, I can’t marry someone I don’t love. Can we find another way out? What if she is not up to my taste…” Jayden protested but his father cut him short.

“What taste? I am only saving your inheritance. On no account should you go contrary to my decisions, else, you loose your inheritance,” his father threatened.

“Loose my inheritance? Who will you give it to? I am your only son, father.”

“Don’t be too sure,” his father replied.

Molly who heard the last part of the conversation quickly cut in,

“What did you just say? You have another son? Where? Who is the mistress? When honey? How…” she had so many questions to ask.

“You better focus on convincing your son to do what is right. I will not repeat myself. Do my bidding or watch your inheritance slip away. Lack of competition has made you crazy. Try me and see if you wouldn’t beg on your knees,” Mr Gray finished and went back to smoking his pipe.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Father, I won’t marry her and that’s final. Neither will I loose my inheritance,” Jayden blurted out. A look from his father killed other words that could have come out of his mouth too. His father looked at the clock and said,

“It’s my bed time. I am going to bed,” and left the room with an air of superiority.

“My dear son, you need to obey your father. Look at the brighter side. Okay, you need your inheritance and you need to stand in full glory. Do this for the company. Do this for me. Do it for yourself,” his mother pleaded.

“But mum, does father have another son elsewhere? I can’t even imagine a rival right now, appearing from no where,” Jayden stated his fears. He enjoyed supremacy and sovereignty in the company. He didn’t want to give that up for anything.

“How do we find that out? It’s urgent. I will let no one take my inheritance.”

“That will not happen, my dear son. That’s more reason you need to get married,” Molly advised and Jayden frowned. She patted him on the shoulder and said,

“Let’s look her up. So that you will see who it is you are getting married to. Think of the wealth and fame that comes with the marriage. Just get married. If you get back on your feet, you can divorce her if you don’t like her. I am here to help you. Don’t let your inheritance slip away, okay?”

“Alright, mother,” Jayden grudgingly agreed.

Molly sent a servant to her study upstairs to fetch her laptop. It was brought to her soon. They both looked up the Clinton Rollis family on the net.

“There, that’s his first daughter,” Molly said pointing at her on the screen.

“She?”