You must Marry me
My heart was pounding as I stood there, arms akimbo, facing Enzo Clinton’s personal assistant. The PA gently tapped on the door. From the other side, a deep baritone voice, cold and magnetic, invited us in. Just from the sound of his voice, I felt like the person behind it must have been a soldier in a past life.
Nervously, I followed Personal Assistant Tony into the room. As soon as we entered, he bowed toward the man whose head was bent over a file. “President, Miss Lewiston is here,” he announced, then promptly left the room, leaving me alone to state my mission.
I glanced around the room, filled with a distinctly masculine aura. Most of the furniture was either black or grey, giving the office a simple but somewhat dull appearance. The potted flowers by the window added a touch of color to the otherwise bland décor.
The man, still engrossed in his file, seemed to ignore my presence. I took a secret peek at him and felt the powerful aura he exuded. His eyebrows were thick and neatly cut, his jawline sharp, and his nose long and pointed. The more I looked at him, the more I was struck by his flawless, three-dimensional features. “Which man is as beautiful as this?” I thought.
As I stood there, feeling lost and unsure, the man suddenly raised his head. Our eyes met, and I was mesmerized by his cold, handsome face. He looked young but incredibly beautiful, making my heart skip a beat—no, two beats. I had never seen such a good-looking man before.
Each part of his face was flawless, his features finely sculpted, and a noble aura radiated from his body. His cold demeanor was evident in his frowning face, and even from a distance, I could tell he was a no-nonsense person. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t place it.
"Have a seat, Miss Lewiston," his voice rang through the room, snapping me out of my trance. I stood upright, embarrassed that I had been staring at him as if lovestruck. My face turned red, and I bit my lips, flustered by the thought that he might have caught me drooling over him. "Hello, Mr. Clinton," I managed to say.
He smiled simply, "I wonder why you seek my attention, Miss Lewiston?"
That’s when I remembered why I was there. Suppressing the strange emotion in my heart, I sorted out my thoughts. "Oh yes, I need your help with something very important."
Enzo raised an eyebrow. "Why have you come to ask for my help?"
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Why had she suddenly come to ask for my help? I raised an eyebrow, curious. Alice must have known how strange it was to ask a stranger for such a favor, but for her brother, she was willing to do anything.
She bowed her head and sighed. "My brother has a serious heart condition. He needs a heart transplant operation now. I heard that you have performed such operations before, so..."
I couldn't help but smile with amusement. "So, I should help your brother? How do you expect a businessman to perform heart surgery?"
"I know... but Kyle is in danger now."
"So you want me to help him now?"
She sniffled, trying to suppress her sobs. "Yes, please."
I raised my hand, signaling her to stop. "Since you want me to perform the surgery on your brother, you should know that I haven't entered an operating room in years, let alone performed surgery."
Of course, I hadn't performed an operation in years because I had to give up my medical career when my father ordered me to step into the family business. She sighed, then continued.
"I know you're a very good man and won't let my innocent brother suffer."
"Good man?" I found her words amusing and laughed out loud for the first time in many years. I put down the files I was reading, stood up, and walked up to her slowly.
As I stopped in front of her, I noticed how much shorter she was. She had a short neck and short legs. We were standing so close that she could probably smell my cologne. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
She couldn't help but step back. "Em... Mr. Clinton, I think you should..."
I moved closer. "I should what? Anyway, I may once have been a doctor, but now I am a businessman. Let's talk business."
She found what I said intimidating. "Business?"
"Yes, Miss Lewiston. Since you want my help, what will I gain from helping you?"
She hesitated. "Benefit?" What benefit could she possibly give me? Money? She didn't have any. Then what else? If she had something valuable, she would have transferred her brother abroad for treatment already. I had everything I could possibly need—money, fame, a handsome face—so what could I possibly lack?
"Mr. Clinton, I don't know what you want, but I can give you anything within my capability. I really want to get my brother cured as soon as possible."
I looked at her with a tender expression and took a long pause before speaking. "What if I wanted a wife? Would you be willing to be my wife?"
"What!? Wife?" She looked at me in shock.
I remained calm and said slightly, "There's no such thing as a free favor in this world, Miss Lewiston. I have agreed to perform the operation on your brother. But in return, you must marry me!"
He approached me step by step, the perfume on his body penetrated my nose, and his breath was getting closer and closer to me. Soon, he pulled his tie, and below the collar was a solid muscle and healthy skin color. I needed help, I couldn't hold on any longer. I recovered a little trace of that night in my mind. That night in the bed, it was this perfect body, riding on me, again and again, and we reached our top. I swallowed unconsciously. He was and is like a wolf. A hungry and strong wolf.
He may have noticed my nervousness and continued to move forward. I had no way to retreat, and he forced me onto a table. Someone help! His stubble was about to rub against my full breasts.
"Marry me, I can give you everything you want, and you can choose anything in the world," he whispered into my ear and gently licked my earlobe with his mouth.