Chapter 4 Dominic pov

Dominic's POV]

"Boss, the tea is ready. Should I bring it over to your room?" I heard my maid ask.

"There is no need for that. I am in a hurry anyway," I replied as she left a nod, leaving my room. After knotting my tie and adjusting my coat properly, I made my way out of the mansion, entering one of my luxurious blue cars.

"Take me to the company," I said to the driver, as he started the car engine and drove along the road.

A thought flashed back to the girl whom I met while driving back then-the same one who almost made me run her over. I'm sure she must have planned it all. I mean, her act this morning, like she didn't enjoy every bit of last night.

I'm sure she knows better than to try and tangle with Dominic Lewis. I'm not like the rest she could just toy with.

"We have arrived, sir," the driver's words snapped me from my thoughts as I let out an "oh," stepping out of my car.

I glinted my car key, putting on my sunglasses as I made my way inside the company.

"Good day, sir," greetings sounded from my employees as I made my way to the elevator.

Taking it up to my office floor, I walked out, hoping to enter my office. A halt came to my footsteps as I gazed upon Ivy, my stepsister, awaiting my presence at my office doorstep.

"What must she want?" I questioned in my thoughts. It seemed my day wasn't meant to go that well. First was the stranger, and now her.

Managing a sigh, I made my way further.

"Oh, finally! I thought you were never going to come, my dear brother," she grinned.

But I wasn't here for her games. For all I know, she must just be here to cause more trouble-like she and her silly mother haven't done enough after snatching us of our rights.

I can't forget it all-those days, every single one of them. After my father remarried and started neglecting both my mother and me.

"What are you doing here, Ivy? I'm sure I had the guards informed not to allow your presence into my office, especially after what you did before," I said, only to see her closing the distance between us. I tried managing another step back, but her hand came to my wrist, only to find her pressing her lips against my ear.

"Let's just say I have my ways," she whispered, retreating a bit with a smirk.

I left no words after, opening my office door and making my way in to take a seat at my desk.

As I opened up my laptop, I hoped to start my work, but I found it all hard-still glaring at Ivy, seated tight in front of me.

"I'm not here to waste your time, dear brother," she began, but she was already wasting my time.

"Just tell me why you're here, Ivy, and leave," I snapped, hoping to maintain my cool, even though it seemed that would be quite hard.

"I'm only here to remind you of the conditions, dear brother. Just four more months to go. I mean, I don't mean to be rude, but I only care for you, brother, and I wouldn't want Daddy's property not going into your hands," she said.

So, this was about the properties.

"I can take care of myself, thanks, Ivy. Now it's best you leave my office before I have the guards come to do that," I threatened, only for her to chuckle slightly, standing up. "Use the power well, brother. Your time on this seat is quite limited," I heard her say before leaving my office.

My so-called father, knowing I am the real heir to his throne, agreed to finally transfer his will to me. But all for his desire to become a grandparent, he craves so much for me to get married so I could bear him grandchildren. Something that wasn't going to happen. Yet, I saw no other choice here.

If I refuse to get married, the properties will get transferred to Ivy in four months from now. I guess that's why she was here in the first place-to come and rub salt into my wounds. But nevertheless, I just have to find a cure.

A thought about the same stranger from last night sprung, a thought I never knew I could find myself making, but I have to.

"Just what if I achieve my aims by only playing one way. What if I get myself someone to act as my wife just for some period until all my dad's properties get willed to me, like a contract marriage?" I muttered to myself.

Honestly, why didn't I ever think of this in the first place? But wait, who would I even have this agreement with? I mean, who do I know so well that would be a perfect fit for such?

What of her, the same stranger from last night? What if I bring this agreement over to her? And she wasn't bad last night also; I must say I enjoyed every bit and maybe grew a craving for her body.

What if I bring this contract deal to her? But I know little about her and where she lives.

"I know I can call up Marcus," I muttered to myself. Marcus was my second-in-command and the best when it came to finding someone.

Taking up my phone, I dialed his number. "I have a deal for you, Marcus, and I only hope for a fast response," I said.

"Alright, boss. Can I have a picture of her?" he requested.

A thought hit me that I had no picture of her. But wait, I'm sure the road camera from the highway must have captured her face last night. From the same road, I came across her.

"I will send you the pictures now, Marcus, and I want a fast response from your side. Hope I can trust you with that now," I said as he replied alright.

Hanging up the call, I instantly sent mail to the security. Using my connections, I was able to get the last street footage of her. As I requested for her picture, which was sent to me not long after, I forwarded it to Marcus. I awaited his response on the girl's whereabouts and some details I would surely need to know about her. I needed to be sure she was the best for this post and wouldn't create more problems when the agreement was signed.