And now, there’s yet another obstacle in my way. I have to make a choice. Do I find a woman to marry and live out my days in unhappiness, sitting on more money than I’ll ever need? Or do I give it all up for a woman who can never be mine, a woman who would never want me the second I lose my fortune, a woman who can have anyone she wants, someone younger…
I want to throw something at the wall. This is ridiculous. Haven’t I worked hard to make my father happy? Why does he have to ask this of me, even from beyond the grave? I know that he wanted to see me happy with someone, but this isn't the way. There’s only one woman in the world who can ever make me happy, and she’s the one woman not falling at my feet.
I close my eyes and picture her in my mind.
God, she’s so damn gorgeous with wide hips and an ass that swings like a pendulum as she walks. She’s got plenty to hold on to, and the thought drives me crazy...the thought of plowing deep into her young pussy, watching her beautiful face looking up at me as I dominate her.
She’s everything a man could want in a woman. Sweet and demure, gentle and delicate as a flower. Her porcelain skin stains with a blush every time I address her. Her azure eyes and golden hair make her look like some kind of princess.
Every night, I lie awake, my cock hard and throbbing, wishing that she was beside me. In fact, I’m painfully hard all the time, but I don’t want to touch myself to the image of her. It won’t give me the release that I want, need...she’s the only person who can give me what I need.
But I know my father wouldn’t approve. She’s part of the house staff. He was always encouraging me to marry well. Someone rich, someone well connected, someone who can further add credit to our family name. While I like having money and a comfortable lifestyle, status has never mattered to me. I’ve always been more interested in working hard and reaping the rewards, not putting myself in the spotlight.
The only reason I’ll even consider marrying for my father’s fortune is that the money and company are rightfully mine. I worked hard for them. I ran his business for half my life after he decided to go into semi-retirement. It’s not like I sat on my ass, waiting for him to pass away so I could steal his money. I was close to him, too. That’s why I can’t understand why he’d do this to me, to his company. We have so many employees who would lose their jobs if I don’t go through with this. Does he purposely want me to be miserable?
I guess I should’ve known he’d do this. He was always scheming and plotting, looking for ways to fuck up the system. I feel a pang in my heart. Damn. I miss him already.
But one extra look at the contract and I’m back to being mad at him again. I read through the rest of the clause a second time.
After your marriage, you must remain married for life. Filing for divorce or annulment will jeopardize your fortune.
You may not have a friendship marriage. You must marry for love, or you will not receive the money. There will be others keeping an eye on your progress.
I growl under my breath. This really is insane. I’ve never heard of anything so absurd. How am I supposed to find someone that I want to marry within thirty days?
The one woman who I want is off-limits to me. The one woman who would make me happy is the one woman who my father would disapprove of.
I read the contract again. Looking for any other details to indicate who he actually wants me to choose. I’m certain that he had someone in mind. I bet he organized some kind of setup for me to choose a woman. I wouldn’t put it past him to organize some kind of party beyond the grave, filled with potential wives for me to pick from. The old man had a sick sense of humor.
I crumple the papers in my hand, putting all of my rage into the gesture. I can’t do it. I won’t marry anyone. I’ll just have to accept my fate and go down with the ship. I’ll find a way to kickstart a new life on my own. So what if I lose the house? I’ve never been that materialistic. Surely I can start over without a penny to my name? Surely it doesn’t matter that I’ll have to lose all my possessions, lose the company, fire all of the house staff…