Chapter 1

1: Bold, Blessed, and Beautiful

<< Sophia >>

As I run on the treadmill, I feel the thrill of flying high.

Sweat runs down my face to my cleavage. Big boobs are such a nuisance when it comes to exercise and sweating. But Still, I hope when I lose weight. I get to keep my big boobs.

I am in love with them.

Ten more steps in name of losing weight!

Nine… eight… seven… six… five… fuck… two more… one more and last…

I hit stop and try to catch my breath.

It's been a grueling work out session today. I glance at the clock.

More than an hour.

Not bad.

I change and head toward home. On my way out, I cannot help but glance at the mirror. I don’t like what I see.

I am fatter than before.

I have always been a curvy girl. But after the operation, I don’t fall into the chubby girl category. I am fat. I know I am working hard. But I don’t see any changes in myself. It's so demotivating. Perhaps I need to spend more than an hour here. But with so many responsibilities. I don’t find time to take care of myself.

I rub my face in frustration. I wake up so early to do so much and try to fit everything into my busy schedule.

Am I neglecting myself?

Caleb and I have been drifting apart. We barely spend time together these days. I hope he is just busy, and it has nothing to do with the way I look. My shoulder slump as I walk out of the gym feeling worse than before. On my way out, my gym instructor Lena notices me.

“Sophie… What happened?”

God No…

I don’t want to cry in front of her.

“Nothing” I give her a tight smile.

She senses my discomfort and says, “You are working hard, honey. Stop overthinking and stay in your routine.”

“It’s been 6 months!” I exclaim in frustration.

She frowns. ” Hmm… Let’s check your file.”

She takes me towards her office and checks my report of progress in past months.

She squints her brows while checking my file and says, “hmm... I have a doubt Sophie… You know what… Meet your gynecologist and ask for a PCOS screening.”

I suck in a breath.

PCOS!

My face pales.

But I don't have any symptoms. Or do I?

Oh No…

I do have irregular periods, but that only happens sometimes. That could happen for any reason…

Nothing else.

Lena sees my inner turmoil and grabs my hand to comfort me.

“I have PCOS. It’s difficult, but manageable. Plus, don’t jump to any conclusions. You need to have your screening and test.”

I nod and say in a meek voice, “I guess... it’s better than not knowing what’s wrong with me.”

“And honey, you donated a God damn kidney barely a year ago! So have patience. It’s possible that your body is just taking longer to heal, and it has nothing to do with PCOS.”

Tears fill in my eyes, and I confess. “It's… It’s just that... I and Caleb haven’t been spending time together. I feel it’s because he thinks I am ugly now.”

“Nooo. Don’t think like that... You are beautiful…” she stresses.

But I find it hard to believe.

“Hey Gorgeous,” a voice comes from behind us and I turn. It’s Lena’s boyfriend, Jake. He always calls me Gorgeous. I blush.

“Why so blue?” He asks, noticing my red eyes.

“She thinks she isn’t beautiful. Because his fiance isn’t paying attention to her..”

He frowns. “You know I call you gorgeous for a reason. Right?”

I blush more. He is right, though. Even though I am fat, I still get many compliments.

“You are fucking cute. Once Lena dumps me, you are my next stop,” He says and Lena smacks his arm.

Yes, I have heard this compliment many times, too.

“Surprise your fiance with some sexy time! Being a man, I can vouch that every man loves sex. “

My eyes widen. “yea sure…” I choke out words in embarrassment and rush out. Lena and her boyfriend chuckles behind me.

“Don’t be crude Sophie. Have Sex tonight!” Lena yells to embarrass me even more.

My cheeks burn, but I get the message.

It’s just a dry spell. I should surprise Caleb tonight and have some sexy time.

Everything will be fine.

…..

I wear my sexiest lingerie and a beautiful white dress with deep cleavage. I leave for Caleb’s place when I am happy with my makeup and hair.

My dirty blond hair, soft as silk, falls on my shoulders. I am wearing a corset to make my curves visible.

Jake was right. I look good if I pay attention to myself.

As I start driving towards Caleb’s place, a strange nervousness rises inside me.

I am bold, blessed, and beautiful.

I repeat my affirmation in my mind to keep myself calm. I reach his place and notice his car isn’t there. He hasn’t reached home yet. I unlock his door and wonder if I should surprise him naked or just lay in his bed in lingerie.

But for some reason, my cheek burns even thinking about it. The idea seems exciting, but I have lost significant confidence after that operation last year.

I take a deep breath and repeat my affirmation again and again.

I am bold, blessed, and beautiful.

I am bold, blessed, and beautiful..

I am bold, blessed, and beautiful…

I am looking good in this dress. I should wait for him in the living room.

After sometime, the main door unlocks, and I hear a girl laughing with him coming through the hallway. I suck in a breath when I see my half-sister Nikkie. They stop on their track, seeing me in the living room.

“Oh, Wow Sophie… What a surprise!” Caleb comes near me to kiss. I rise on my tiptoes to kiss him, but he avoids that and kisses me on the cheek.

On Cheek...

Doesn’t he want to kiss me anymore?

I shake my head. I am overthinking. There is nothing like that.

I pay my attention to Nikkie and look at her with questions in my eyes.

What is Nikkie doing here?

She is quiet. I am not sure if I am imagining it or if she is looking at me and my outfit with disdain.

“We were about to grab some drinks. I was about to ask you too.” Caleb clarifies.

They work together. They go out for lunch and drinks together all the time. That’s alright. I shouldn’t overthink it. I tell myself.

Why is she looking at me like that?

But who cares? She never liked me, anyway. That’s all it is.

I am bold, blessed, and beautiful.

He is my fiance. I shouldn't feel ashamed for trying to spend some time with him. I take a deep breath and say, “I was hoping to have some private time with you, Caleb.”

Caleb’s smile falters for a second, but he smiles again and says, ”Sure.”

“Let’s have our drink here and we can have an early night off,” He says to Nikkie.

“No, that’s alright! I should go. Have some private time!” She says with a hardened expression and leaves.

I shake my head. She always behaves shallowly toward me.

She can fuck herself.

I don’t need to ruin my mood for her.

….

After dinner and some drinks, we sit on the sofa while watching tv. I am feeling more bold and sexy. I lean for a kiss, and Caleb kisses me back. I feel his hard cock with my hands. When I fumble to open his trousers, he holds my hand and says, “Sweetie... I am too tired today…”

I swallow and nod. Don’t overthink this.

Be bold. Be bold. Be bold.

“I know how to take care of that.”

I wet my lips and drop to my knees. He sucks in a deep breath when I open his trousers and lick his cock with the tip of my tongue. That’s the affirmation I need. He wants me. It was just a dry spell, and I am about to end it.

I have control over my life.

I get wet just at the thought and blood rushes to my clit.

I wrap my lips around his cock and suck it as if my life depends on it. With each lick I take with my mouth, I feel a rush inside me. My clit is throbbing too. I slip my hand inside my panties to relieve myself while pleasuring him. He groans and rolls his head back. I bob my head in rhythm for a long time. When he is almost on edge, he grabs my hair and moves my head faster. His legs shake as he unloads his cum inside my mouth. I rub myself fiercely to come and soon I fall over the edge, too.

He pulls me up and says, “That was the best blow job I have ever received in my life!”

I smirk and I get up to hold him. We sleep next to each other at night. We don’t have sex but I am content.

Chapter 2

2: Fat & Ugly

<< Sophia >>

As I sit in my office doing my work, I receive a message from Nikkie. Last evening, she was glaring at me. God knows what she wants now!

Nikkie: ‘I have a surprise for you. Let's catch up at my place at 8 tonight.’

I don't wanna meet her. She always belittles me for no reason. I am still under the glow of time I spent with Caleb last night. I don't want to ruin my mood today.

Me: ‘I am busy.’

Nikkie: ‘Aww... I had such a delightful surprise for you. Anyway, I will send it to you now.’

Next, she sends me a series of 7-8 images. Intimate images of her and Caleb. I suck in a breath when I see they are having sex. I rise from my desk in shock. I blink and try to understand.

What the fuck is this?

Then I message her.

Me: ’YOU BITCH! WHERE ARE YOU?’

Nikkie: ‘My place. We just had sex. Catching some breath for our next session.’

I immediately call Caleb. But he cuts the call.

Nikkie: ’I have his phone. He didn't have the guts to tell you the truth. That's why I took the matter into my hands.’

I walk out of the office in rage and drive towards Nikkie’s place. I am fucking enraged.

That motherfucker!

Coward!

I receive more and more messages from Nikkie. I take a glance at my phone at the traffic stop.

Nikkie: ‘You filthy fat bitch... You thought you could get him back by giving him blow jobs? He doesn't like you and doesn't want to sleep with you. You slut… why did you try to sleep with him last night?’

Tears prickle my eyes. She is a slut, not me. She is sleeping with my fiance. We were supposed to get married this year. She is the one stealing my fiance.

I want to confront Caleb too. How could he do this to me? I am still unable to believe this is happening to me.

Nikkie: ‘Door is open. You can come inside. I am going to ride him again.’

I press my feet at the gas in anger and race through the streets to get her place. When I reach there, her door is open. And she indeed is riding him.

“CALEB!”

She turns her head and gives me a smirk and, like a slut, she keeps on riding him. I want to puke as I see his dick sliding in and outside her. It's filthy and disgusting. Caleb looks shocked as he notices me and pushes Nikkie away. I am livid, but I turn away to give them time to wear some clothes.

“Nikkie! Go outside.” Caleb orders her and wraps a sheet around his waist.

“Grow some balls and tell her the truth! We have been fucking for months for God's sake,” Nikkie spats and walks out.

She is still naked. I know she is showing off her perfect body to me. I look like a fat pig in front of her. I am indeed ugly.

I swallow and look at him to see if he is ashamed.

He is unable to meet my eyes and says, “I am sorry Sophie… You did so much for me... I couldn't tell you the truth sooner.”

“Tell what? That you are fucking my sister behind my back?”

I laugh humorlessly. “and here I thought you were too busy or tired…”

I am fucking furious about why he didn't have the guts to break up with me.

Was it a pity?

As if he reads my mind, he says, “You saved my mom’s life. I will always be thankful for that... But I don't owe you my life, Sophie… I cannot sleep with someone who looks like this…” He points his finger at my body as I am some dirt on his shoe.

“Do you have any idea how hard I was working to get back in shape?” My voice quivers as I try to process the heartbreak and insult he gave me.

“Oh, please!" He scoffs, "People get better in a few months… It's been a fucking year! Don't use the excuse of kidney donation operation to hide the fact that you are lazy..."

His words sound like a knife in my gut.

"You thought we were engaged. That's why you stopped taking care of yourself. I have standards, God dammit! I won’t fuck something I don’t like!”

He doesn’t stop there and adds more insult to my injury. “Do you have any idea what people say when they see us together? My friends tell me I can do better than some fat ugly chick. I feel fucking ashamed to even take you out for dinner..”

My cheeks burn in embarrassment, and I swallow hard.

Doesn't he love me?

Is it all about looks?

But I have no words to say. Even if I had, I don't think it would come out of my mouth. I am too shocked to hear so much hate coming out of Caleb’s mouth. I stand there like a fool to hear more and more insults he throws at me.

“Look at your sister. No one would say you two are related. I needed sex. If I couldn’t fuck you, I had to turn to someone I like.”

Nikkie walks in, still butt naked, and says, “and I give better blow jobs too.”

She is not ashamed that Caleb is using her for sex. Caleb looks at her hungrily. He probably loves her confidence too. I can never be confident enough to stand naked and own my body in front of someone else.

Since childhood, everything for Nikkie was a competition. No wonder she wanted Caleb too. I knew she hated me. But this much?

I am lost standing in the same room trying to process this betrayal, my fiance and my half-sister have given me. She unwraps the sheet around Caleb's waist and drops on her knees to give him a blow job in front of me.

As she licks his length from bottom to top, I rush outside of her house and puke in her driveway. My eyes burn with tears and I drive for hours at top speed with no destination and no care for safety in my mind.

Chapter 3

3: Grandfather’s will

<< Miles >>

No wonder being the son of a billionaire has its advantages. Being heir to their empire is the biggest one. But it poses a fucking problem when your parents bicker you with constant ‘why don’t you get married and settle down’ question.

“Miles.. I am telling you, she is so beautiful. Just go on a date with her. I am sure you will like her.” My mom says on the phone.

“I am busy Mom…Gotta go bye!” I say and Liam snorts. I am not stupid enough to get involved with a business associate’s daughter.

“I am getting old Miles… I want to see you get married before I die…”

“Mom! You are barely 50 for fuck’s sake!” I say and cut the call.

Apparently, my family has achieved everything. All they want me to do is get married and produce babies, they can play with.

Such a lame way to live…

And why should I bind myself to one girl when I can enjoy the company of many?

I don’t like‌ the way my family works. That’s why I am working hard to build my own name.

“Seriously, why don’t you get married?” Liam, my assistant, asks and I want to punch his face.

If he wasn’t driving, I would have.

Now, if you are wondering why I don’t have a female assistant. The reason is simple.

When you fuck your beautiful assistant, they either expect a relationship or get sloppy at work. None of these two are acceptable to me.

And let’s not forget the potential lawsuit that comes with it.

So, No Thanks.

Coming back to Liam’s original question.

‘Why don’t you get married..’

“I will, when you do,” I reply and he shakes his head. I know he has his heart still stuck on some girl from high school. And he won’t get married anytime soon.

“Anyway, I think the minimum legal age to get married should be thirty-five or something!” I add.

He clicks his tongue and says,”Nah.. I think that’s because someone has poor self-control.”

I agree, I do have some lack of self-control when it comes to keeping my dick from sticking inside beautiful things, so keeping Liam as my assistant solves the problem. He is around to stop or warn me. and sometimes even save me.

“I just appreciate beauty… “I say cooly.

“Yeah.. even when that beauty belongs to someone else.. “ He snorts and I chuckle.

He is referring to an incident that happened last week. I didn’t do it on purpose this time. I swear to God.

“I think it was her responsibility to tell me that she was married.”

Oh well, what can I say? Beautiful things are my weakness.

“We need to be at Madison at 4 today.” He says after a while.

“Ok… Will reading?” I ask.

“Yeah..” He says.

My grandfather’s Will Reading. He passed away a month ago. So all his heirs will be there. Legitimate & illegitimate children under one roof. It’s not only me who loves to appreciate beauty.

I snort at the thought.

But I am damn careful about leaving the trail of babies behind. That’s not going to happen.

One thing my family did right was not to show off wealth. It helps us to stay anonymous.

I have seen how paparazzi swarm around sticking their noses in rich people’s lives. Women I sleep with will be fucking news headline every night. Only if they knew. It will surely give my mother a heart attack.

Although I am damn curious how grandpa has divided the empire. He was wise enough not to open this can of worms while alive.

Fucking Genius.

“Are you worried?”

I shrug. “Nah…” I say while checking my emails.

To be honest, I don’t need his wealth. I am doing damn good for myself with all my siblings combined.

Although more money doesn’t hurt. But we weren’t very close so I don’t have hopes for it.

“Why haven’t they replied yet? Results were supposed to be out by now!” I ask Liam.

I am waiting for a builder contract confirmation. I poured my blood and sweat for that one.

“We can ask David. We are almost there,” Liam says as we enter the parking of Cannon Design Inc.

I sign. “I don’t like him…” David Johnson is my partner for this project. I needed money, so I had to take him onboard for this one. He was supposed to take care of the contract.

Liam chuckles. “I can see you are pumped up to work with him for the next five years.”

I snort. “Sometimes we gotta keep our comfort aside to rise.”

“Jesus Miles… You are turning sage day by day.”

…..

As we walk towards David’s office, his secretary asks us to wait. I grit my teeth in anger.

Nobody asks me to fucking wait. He thinks he is holding too much power over me on this project, and I don’t like it. He is enjoying this shit way too much.

“If he keeps up this attitude, I have got to fuck his wife to get even with him someday.” I tell Liam, and he looks amused.

“Mr. Miles… Mr. David had an emergency. He had to leave a few minutes ago,” the secretary says and I see red.

“Am I a joke to you Ms.…” I glance at her name plate “Ava?”

I stalk close to her. “I have been waiting here for more than 10 minutes. Get him connected to me now! Or this partnership won’t happen! Let me tell you… you might lose your job because of that…”

Liam stiffens beside me.

She nods and calls the fucker. And I finally talk to him.

“What the fuck is happening, David?”

“Miles, I swear to God I am not avoiding you. I had an emer-”

“Where is the contract confirmation?”

“Ahhh… that.. Miles listen... I don’t think we can do that.”

I pinch my brows in frustration. So he was avoiding me. I ignore the obvious and say, “Explain!”

I don’t have time to waste anymore.

“I… I think the risk is too huge. I don’t think I can spend this much and have it bound for 5 years.”

FUCK.

I should have trusted my instincts.

“You will never rise, David… Never…” Because I will make sure to pull the rug from under your feet.

I cut the call and we walk out.

“Figure out who is behind this, Liam. Why did he back off at the last moment?”

“Consider it done,” he says.

Liam shows me the phone, and we did receive a contract confirmation while I was talking to that traitor.

“What can we do now?” Liam asks.

My heart sinks. I worked too fucking hard on this one to let it go. But I don’t see any way out.

I stay quiet.

…...

We spent hours trying to consider options. In the end, I just slump in my chair exhausted.

“Let’s go to Las Vegas.” Liam suggests.

“NOW?”

“You need to loosen up. You have been working too hard since last few weeks.”

“All gone… Damn!” I smack the table in frustration.

“It’s not! I am sure you will come up with some solution after banging some girls tonight.“

I chuckle.

“What about that Will reading?”

Liam snorts, “You guys weren’t that close. I am sure your grandpa cannot be offended anymore. Anyway, I will ask the lawyer to send me the will so I can read and tell you the details.”

I shrug. I don’t mind.

I guess I do need to loosen up.

…..

As we sit in a private jet for our night out. Liam sits next to me with Will on his iPad. It’s 4:30 already and God knows what drama unfolded at the mansion after this. By morning, I will know the details.

“I hope you get something.. so it will help you with the project…”

I huff. “He didn’t like me very much. So I have no hopes.”

“Let’s read and figure it out.”

….

And that motherfucker.

He did leave me something.

Fuck! but it’s not easy to access.

….

As a legitimate child and first heir of the Miller family, I have the right to access 3 billion from the trust fund. But I may access it only via my wife.

Yes, my wife.

The one that doesn’t exist.

….

I throw the iPad away and groan in frustration.

“It’s like dangling a carrot in front of me.”

“So you gonna do it? You have a year to claim that trust fund money.”

“Fuck no. I need the money now. I need to save the project now. I cannot marry someone from the street. And let’s not forget money will be handed out to us in installments.”

I groan in frustration. I wish I hadn’t read the will.

As per rules I need to stay married to her for 3 years. Each year, a billion will be released to me and my wife.

“We only need 350 million for our project.” I already have 170 to invest. I was never interested in family inheritance, but money is too good to ignore. It will set me ten years ahead in my plans.

But the question is: Where can I find a God Damn wife?

Chapter 4

4: A wedding in Chapel

<< Miles >>

We spend most of our evening in pubs and bars. After hitting some casinos, Liam takes off with a girl and I am left alone.

"Loosen up!" he says before leaving.

Loosen up is the last thing on my mind. My mind is still swirling with plans to save my hard work. But I am unable to figure out how I can do that.

This trust fund money a year later would be no good to me. Marrying a random girl wouldn't work either. She will probably claim my property in alimony when we divorce.

A genuine wedding is a No No affair.

"Is this seat taken?" A beautiful Latino girl in a gorgeous dress asks me.

Generous breasts. Petite body. Totally my type. But for some reason, the idea doesn’t excite me.

"Actually, I'm already leaving."

I chuck up my drink and get up to leave. She looks offended, and I sigh.

Why do girls have low confidence, even when they are damn beautiful?

As if their self worth depends on me being nice or a dick with them.

I am feeling generous today, So I tell her, "On any other day, I would have shown you a real good time, but I am not in a good mood today."

She blinks at me and breaks into a beautiful smile.

As I walk away, she calls me out.

“Would you like to attend a wedding with me?”

That's an odd request! I turn and cock my brow at her.

“It might brighten your mood! I am looking for a date for my Best friend’s wedding this evening.”

Wedding in Las Vegas?

“Is this some quickie marriage?”

She rolls her eyes and says, “It kinda is… but she demanded me to bring a date as if I could grow a boyfriend out of the ground in an hour somehow.”

“Typical Bridezilla!” I chuckle.

She lets out a musical laughter. “She sure is. Looking at her temper, I am almost happy she is not having an extravagant wedding.”

“So… would you be interested?” She says, giving me a flirtatious smile.

I shrug. “Why not! It will be a pleasant distraction for the evening.” I have seen enough things in this city, but a wedding in Las Vegas Chapel is certainly not one of them.

And Who knows, after the wedding I might get in the mood to bed this gorgeous girl too.

I hope she wouldn't mind a one night fuck.

<< Sophia >>

It’s been almost a week since I ran away from home like a teenager. Threw my sim card away and broke contact with everyone. Barely took me a day to realize that was a hasty decision. To start a new life, I need a few things.

Well, actually more than a few things…

And there is no point in buying everything when I have my stuff in my old apartment. So I contacted Lena. She is my only friend, not connected to my personal life. She agreed to help me out to start a new life.

The very life I plan to start over.

I am waiting here enjoying myself, trying to forget the pain in Las Vegas while she packs and sends my stuff over to New York.

Yes, that's where I am going.

I did so much for that family for everyone. What did I get?

Betrayal. Heartbreak.

I poured my heart and sweat into Dad’s company. And look at him. I haven't heard from him either. Maybe he doesn't even know I am missing yet. Yeah, I know my number isn't working, but my social media accounts are still active.

I feel a pang of pain in my heart and tears simmer in my eyes again.

I take a swig of vodka from the bottle on the dressing table to suppress my anger and take out my phone.

I will fucking delete my social media accounts too. I am damn tired of waiting to hear from Dad and Caleb. Maybe I knew they wouldn't even try to find me. That's why I threw my sim in the first place.

There was nothing in that city for me. Not even a loving family. I was just doing my duties, hoping to get love and affection from everyone. I will be a new person In New York city. I will work for myself and will earn a name.

And I certainly will not be a polite one anymore.

I scoff at the idea. Because right now, I am getting ready to attend a stupid wedding.

Why do you ask? Because I am god damn polite.

“Aghhh!“ I groan in frustration.

Considering how my own engagement has broken, and my wedding has been canceled. I should try to keep my damn distance from these stupid events.

But here I am getting ready for one. I take another gulp of vodka from bottle and slam it back on the dressing table.

When I drove away from that cheating bastard that evening, I ended up in this pleasant hotel in Las Vegas. I needed a break. I had been working my ass off for the last few years, and it was an excellent decision.

Until…

Until I befriended a nice but persistent girl. It's her god-damn wedding tonight, and she needed a witness. All she had to do was look at me with beautiful doe-like eyes and say Please… and I melted.

I sigh.

I am not sure if I am ready to attend a wedding so soon. I am still raw from my heartbreak. I am still crying myself to sleep. I hope I don't start crying in the chapel with a broken heart, remembering Caleb.

That would be embarrassing.

Once I am ready, I get up from the dressing chair and I feel my head spinning.

Fuck.

I sit back in the chair and groan in frustration.

Damn… Evening hasn't even started and I am drunk already.

She will kill me if i don't attend the wedding tonight.

…

As I am sitting still in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection, I hear a knock at the door.

I look at the wall clock. I am unable to read the damn time.

I blink and blink, trying to make out the needles of the clock.

It looks like I have been sitting in this spot for half an hour.

I giggle.

“It's open!” I yell towards the door.

I think it's open. I am not sure anymore.

A girl walks inside… with a boy… No… He is a man.

Damn… He is the Man.

I want to get up and walk towards him. But I am not a fool.

Who would want a fat ugly chick?

“Thank god you are ready! We were waiting for you in lobby.”

I giggle.

“I know you… You are the bride's friend.”

She frowns at me.

“Are you drunk?”

I giggle again. “Maybe…”

“Fuck!” she says to the Man in frustration. “She will kill me. Even if it's not my fault.”

“How many did you have?” The guy asks, picking the bottle from the table.

“Only one!” I tell him with wide eyes. He is so damn beautiful I want to stare at him. Like forever….

He raises his eyebrow at me. “You mean one bottle.”

“Nooo” I scowl.

Then I think. “Ohh... Yea... Maybe…”

He shakes his head at me and grabs my arm and pulls me up.

“Let's see if you can stand up alright…”

I get up.

”Good!” he approves. “Let's see if you can walk now..”

He slips his arm around my waist to keep me steady. I take a few steps with him and ask, “What is your name?”

“Miles,” He says.

“Ohhh… I can walk one hundred Miles for you!”

Chapter 5

5: The Batman

<< Miles >>

Jesus!

This girl smells good. The cutest face ever. Plum lips. Generous overall package. It’s odd that I am checking her out. I haven’t been with many chubby girls. Suddenly I want to widen my experience exploring her.

I shake my head.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

We are standing in a chapel, and she is apparently intoxicated. I shouldn’t think with my dick, at least right now.

Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus!

Forgive me for having unholy thoughts…

I hold her by the waist as she is obviously unable to keep her balance and keeps swaying. My date isn’t thrilled about having my hands wrapped around some other girl, but she fears the Bride-zilla.

Sophia, the girl by my arm, lets out a nasty burp, then giggles with a palm on her mouth.

“I never did that before.”

“Oh Yea!” I ask her, amused.

”You better not puke Sophia.” My date tells her.

Sophia whispers to me, “She knows my name Miles… I don’t know hers.. What is her name?”

I whisper back to her, “I don’t know either!”

One more giggle.

I don’t think she introduced herself. If she did, I must be lost thinking about….

Sigh…

I don’t even want to think about work again. I ruined my whole day.

“Be quiet!” My date hushes us when it’s time for the bride to enter the chapel.

Someone nicely arranged everything. The church has a nice ambience. White and pink flowers are beautifully arranged all over the room. It doesn’t look like some shabby place to get a quickie marriage. This business seems damn serious about the service they are providing.

But it lacks the one thing that makes any wedding special.

Family.

and friends.

Or should I call them extended witnesses?

This is exactly how my wedding should be if I want to get that money.

Suddenly, the idea thrills me.

But the thrill dies soon enough, when I remember I need a girl to marry.

….

Soon the Bride enters, and a beautiful song welcomes her. She looks beautiful.

I feel my heartbeat quicken as I hear Schubert by Ave Maria playing. I am not a dedicated christian like my mother, but every time I hear this song, I get chills. I close my eyes to feel the melody and soak in the beautiful voice all over my body.

Maybe getting married is not a bad idea after all.

This is how hypnotic this song is. Putting stupid ideas in my head.

“Have you seen ‘The Batman’?” Sophie whispers to me.

“Which one?”

“The recent one!” She hisses at me.

“Oh… No..” I was too busy. I guess Liam had asked me.

“You have to watch this…” she cries and my eyes widen.

“This song was in the opening scene of The Batman…. I was literally tearing up not even 10 minutes into the movie.”

And then she starts sobbing…

What the Fuck!

I glance at the Bride and the Groom. They are looking at each other with puppy eyes. The Bridezilla glares at us, seemingly annoyed at Sophia.

I give them an apologetic smile and drag Sophia with me out of the church.

“We can cry our hearts out outside!” I tell her.

She sobs harder. “I told Caleb I wanted to see that movie with him. That asshole! I am sure he was fucking Nikkie that night instead of watching that damn movie with me.”

uhmm Ok…

A heartbroken girl…

I offer her a tissue and rub her back.

This wasn’t how my evening was supposed to go.

“I was supposed to get married. But no one would even marry me.” She cries.

I roll my eyes and pull her in for a side hug.

“Plenty of people would love to marry you.” I reassure her while steering her towards my car.

“That asshole cheated on me and I left home a week ago… And my own God-Damn father! He didn’t even call me. I guess he doesn’t want to lose his nice partnership with Caleb.”

That sounds terrible!

“So you ran away because you thought your father would choose him? ” Statement slips out of my mouth. Because I never thought a father could choose someone else over his own blood.

That was a wrong thing to say.

Because she sobs harder.

Jesus….

I scratch my head in exasperation.

A damsel in distress.

All she needs is a nobleman to save her.

and I am far from that!

I don't know how to handle this. I have made girls cry. I don't remember being on the opposite side.

Her sobs falter after a few minutes, and she falls asleep in the passenger seat. I look at her face. Little mouth open while she softly snores. I grab her purse, and I take her driving license out.

Last Name: Brown

First Name: Sophia

Sophia Brown…

Something sounds familiar but I cannot pinpoint it…

“Did you open my purse?” She asks.

I raise my brow at her. That was a super quick nap!

“Yup!” I tell her.

I take a pic of her license and she gasps.

“What are you doing?”

I don’t answer and hand back her purse and driving license.

“It’s not nice to snoop into a lady’s purse.”

“I am not a nice person.”

I text the image to Liam.

Me: ‘Figure out if she is a nice candidate to get married tonight. You have 15 minutes.’

Liam: ‘Jesus, I am fucking a girl right now!’

I snort.

Me: ’Better hurry up.’

….

As I wait, I take Sophia out for a stroll through the busy streets, gleaming with colorful casino lights.

Her face looked green and I didn't want her to puke in my car.

She is vulnerable tonight. Maybe she will agree to do this. What's the harm in using her if I pay her well?

I am sure she hasn’t ever seen that kind of money… The kind I can pay her with…

After a sharp fifteen minutes, Liam calls me back.

Did I tell you guys he is the best assistant ever?

Keeping my priorities above his own dick and pleasure.

I am not mean to him all the time. But it’s a matter of Three Billion!

Time demands it.

“She is engaged!” Liam exclaims. I walk away from her to talk to him.

“To Caleb?” I make a guess.

“Yeah.. Caleb Johnson…”

“Doesn’t matter. They broke up. “

“Ohhh.. Then she is perfect!”

Liam gives me a nice, brief summary. So it turns out, I do know her. Not in person, but on paper. We have worked together a few times. I have exchanged emails with her many times. Maybe even have talked to her over the phone. She is related to Thomas Brown Constructions.

She is nice to work with.

Reliable.

Best part: Not greedy.

I can easily use her, and she will probably think a million times before taking advantage of me.

Using people is not her thing.

That's what Liam said. I trust his judgment.

“So, Are you… Gonna get married?”

“It depends… First, I need to see if she says yes.”