The billionaire's groom

The sound of rain drizzling wakes me up, and I look at the time. I am thirty minutes early, it's still seven-thirty, I have to be at work by eight, so I lay there, on my bed, and stare at my almost empty apartment.

I am twenty-seven, and yet my life isn't as rosy as I imagined years ago when I left school.

Being one of those who had calculated life to be all merry after school, reality had gradually eaten away my delusion, and here I am at t-five still paying my student loan.

A job that helps me get by after paying bills and no mortgages, no wife, no kids, no vacations.

It can't get any bad than this, I tell myself. I stand up and work to the bathroom and shower. I come back out and put on a new suit, my only suit. I feel it's new because I took to my dry cleaner and he had cleaned it too well.

I look at myself in the mirror and try a smile, everything looks good except my eyes.

I look tired, too tired.

It's all Maria's fault my boss at AMT Internationals. She seemed to be sent from hell,

she is always yelling.

Walking out of my apartment building, I look up and notice the rain is getting fiercer by the minute. I turned to go back in to get an umbrella. I need one before I get a cab, and after.

Geeez! I have to walk back up! The thought hit me.

I was about to turn when I heard a voice call out to me.

Hey, do you need a lift?

I turn and look at Mercedes-Benz GLE 350 SUV staring at me. I walk up close, slowly, her face shines into my eyes. I can feel the rain slow down when she asks me, do you need a ride?

"Hell yeah, I need a ride, I need a ride in a ride", but I reply with a nod and pull open her door and escape from the rain.

"Where are you headed?"

"May street, AMT building."

"You work there?" she asked me.

"Yes, I do."

"So what do you do?"

I hesitate for a minute as her blue eyes peel me open.

I was silent thinking of all the stress my job gives me.

She hits the throttle and heads straight into traffic.

She says to ease the silence now looming over us,

"My name is Queenie Dale." I smile and say "Arnold, Arnold Shaw.

stretching my hand out. It was routine for me to do so after saying my name, so it happened as a reflex.

She stares at my hand and leaves a short smile that says "I can't shake you now".

Smiling, I put my hand by my side where it belong. and then I look out the window counting the rain drops on it.

She asks again, "what do you do Arnold?"

This time I just say it, "I help the big guys upstairs run analysis, just the paperwork". My eyes on her and then on the road.

"Okay," she answers, the traffic moves slowly, she puts on the stereo, and the beetles come on and she sang along with them.

I watched her, and all I could notice was her cleavage. My eyes would not stay with me after that moment, and the question pops into my head about sex. "When last did I have sex?

And now it occurred to me, like a revelation, that I am deprived.

"Are you married?" She asks, cutting my thoughts.

"What?

"I said are you married, Arnold?" she asked

"No, I am not married. I replied.

Okay, that is good. Let's have lunch then

I watched her with my mouth slightly open, wondering if I had heard her correctly.

Until she affirms again, I want to have lunch with you, Arnold, and then she parks the car and says we are here.

I say, "Okay." Not knowing which I was replying to. I drop down and hurry to my office building.

I enter the building, and Maria Caslov is on the ground floor waiting to yell, "You are late!

"I don't care," I say in my head, but I rush straight to the elevator and then press the button continuously. But the door doesn't close until Maria enters the elevator, like a conspiracy.

I stand there and think about my morning as the lift takes us to the fifth floor. she rants but I don't hear her.

When the elevator door open

I hurry to my desk and sort out the files piled on it. It's just nine o'clock.

the files here could pull a camel, a bit of an exaggeration. But that is how I feel right nocamel being drawn by files.

"Listen up, everyone; we have a new owner; I hear Maria Caslov," my immediate boss says.

AMT International has been bought by 'DALE Cooperation.'

Miss Queenie Dale is our new boss.

The second shocking news for today. I rush to the bathroom and wash my face.

My breath skipping, I say it out loud so it would make any sense, but it freaks me out the more.

'I just got asked out by my boss!

I calm myself down before returning to work, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I look her up online. She was everywhere, from buying businesses to real estate and philanthropy.

Just everywhere, you pick your poison and paint a picture.

"Arnold, the boss wants to see you?"

I look up, and Maria smiles at me. Maria never smiles at me.

I stand slowly, sweat covering my whole body as I walk to the elevator and press the 13th number, the last.

I go upstairs and straight to her office and knock.

"Come in," I hear her sweet voice call to me.

I enter and stand a little distance from her large oak table.

Waiting for her to finish what she was doing, I looked around and admired the office, how spacious it was, and how beautiful it was too.

"Did you consider my offer?"

"Yes, Miss Dale." without a second thought.

"Call me Queenie," she says and stands up with a warm smile. Come, she motions to me, and there it was, a table set for lunch.

"Eat, Arnold," she instructs with a smile.

I pick my cutlery and attack the steak gently, and then she speaks again, "Let's get married, Arnold.

She says it and sips her wine as her blue eyes poke for an answer.

The steak hooks in my throat, and I try to push it down with water. My eyes turn red, and Queenie tells You you will be compensated well for it".

"What compensation? "marrying you is all the compensation I would need, I say in my head.

I do not answer as my head repeats the word "prank" continuously.

"Oh, it is not a joke," she says, reading my expression.

"You and I are getting married, and I would like to call my lawyer now, she stands and walks back to her desk and places a call.

I don't hear anything, so I wait patiently for her to end the call and return to lunch. I don't even get the chance to protest.

I see her walk back towards me in her suit and half skirt, and heels, which puts her fine figure and bust out there.

She sits back and cups her glass again. Taking a sip, she says, "My lawyer will be here soon.

Let's finish our lunch", queenie says.

I say for the first time correctly, "You are not kidding. Do you want to marry me?

Our first marriage will be today after you sign the nondisclosure forms.

I hear her, but I don't mind. Rich people like to be secure about their choices. I don't care. I calm myself.

And then the door opens, and a darkly tall and handsome man walks in.

"You are early," I blurt out.

"I used the helicopter, " he said.

"I stared wide-eyed, and he added, "The cooperation has two', he put his hand in his briefcase and fished out some papers, and handed them to me. I don't look at them. I just checked for the place to put my signature.

"You should read that or have a lawyer check it out! Ray Clifford says.

"No, I am fine I reply. He turns over to the back and says, "You will have to leave your signature here as well well."

"Okay, since we are all done here, I will have to be going now, have a happy married life, Mr. and Mrs. ShawShaw, he announced before making his way out of the office.

"Wait! "how did he know my name? I ask out loud.

"He drafted the papers you just signed, and it is not today he did that, she said.

I know a lot about you, and so does he,

And you are the right man for me, she adds, "Come, let's go get married.

I follow her, and we end p in the new york state Court.

And before noon, we had become Mr. and Mrs. Shaw. As we left the courthouse, she said, I would like you to move in before the white wedding.

And I would like that to be today, I agree, and then we will go to my place first.

then the penthouse here pent house which was a thirty minutes drive

And now, I have calculated all the possible sex positions I could think of.

As crazy as it sounds, we have not even held hands with me. I felt the excitement welling in my trousers about how I would feel when it all happened.

I am patient, and a patient man, they say, eats the fattest bone.

We got to her building and took the elevator up to the 12th floor, and then she opened the door with a key card from her bag.

And as we entered, there was another beautiful lady in her nighties, and I could see her titties poking out from t half revealing clothing. She was not as busty as Queenie Dale. She was Christine Monroe, who I had just got introduced to a brunette. Who was Queenie's roommate? A slender lady with thin lips and a gorgeous body and face. You would not mind kissing every second.

Christine walks to the bar at the right part opposite the kitchen counter and pours me a glass of wine and some for herself.

She walked back, knowing my attention was hers. She made sure to give me a show without making it obvious.

Christine says, looking into my eyes, "You should be relaxed, husband. Nobody will eat you.

Her voice was so enticing and confident, another reason her words alarmed me.

Queenie returned and showed me to my room and vanished again.

I took a shower and held unto my wand to relieve myself of all the sexual build-up growing within me.

After I was done, I went to the living room to watch some TV.

Christine was the only one seated there, and she asked, "When is the white wedding husband?

"This weekend," I reply to her, and as my eyes fall on her body, I swallow hard. Christine moves closer and sits next to me, her hand resting on my lap, and then she says," Let me help you relax and get acclimated a bit as her hand moves between my laps and holds my dick.

She moved her soft hand gently across its length, tightening her grip each time she came close to the cap, her back was relaxed beside me, and she continued to play with it as short moans left her lips; I was enjoying this minute and every second, but then I

turn to observe her. Her other hand dipped between her thighs.

I don't complain; I don't worry; I enjoy the moment.

As she continued, I felt my juice well up, and Christine stroked faster. My body tensed, and I released my sweatpants. She withdrew her hand slowly and stood up, and left.

Sitting there confused, I felt this was a trap, but then I reasoned my whole day had been a trap.

From the moment I left my house up until now. The best I can do is enjoy it all. And it is the only thing I can control for now how I feel.

My name is Queenie Dale, and I just got married. Yes, we are happily married.

Can't tell you it's your normal happily ever-after story, but he is the man of my dreams. After buying AMT International, I decided to check their staff log, and there I found him.

I discovered the man of my fantasies gazing at me. "Arnold Shaw, the man designed for me.

Even though we are already married in court, the white wedding is every girl's dream. To wed in a church and the overflowing white gown filling the whole church, and yes and my parents shedding tears, I will finally be married, married at twenty-seven. Oh, I can't wait.

I hear a knock on my door, and as it opens slowly, I see Arnold's face show up and a bit of sweating on his face."Are we still going? He asks."Yes, honey, we are. I am almost done. Just a little more, and I will be done. I added a bit more makeup, and then I stood up to change into my milky half gown. Arnold watches, but I don't care. I let him have it since it would be all he would get sexually from my end.

Good, please help me adjust this a bit. I edged nearer to him so he could render aid with the dress. Done, he says and opens the door for me. Thank you, sweetheart, I said, practicing for the cameras and my parents.

Christine is still in the living room, busy on her laptop but half-dressed. She looked hot, and I could not wait to get back. I turned to watch Arnold, who was staring at Christine's cleavage. I walk in front and open the door, and Arnold follows me, embarrassed.

I understand his situation, maybe not fully, but I do understand being in a house with two beautiful women, and all you are allowed to do is look.

We go to the Car, and the driver takes us to my father's favorite Indian restaurant called 'deli.' Entering the restaurant, I can already sight my parents from afar, sitting in their favorite spot and talking about God knows what, but they seem happy. I look at Arnold and ask whether you are. Okay. "Yes," he replies.

"Do you still remember what we practiced in the car?

"Yes, I do, "he replied confidently. We walk toward my parents, and then my mother's jaws drop. My father's eyes widen, and he asks me when we get closer to the table, Queenie, is this him? "Yes, Daddy, this is the love of my life. His name is Arnold Shaw. I say proudly.

They both look disappointed, which pleases me the more.

"My love, please sit. Arnold sat slowly and greeted my father and stretched his hand, but my father was still counting his losses, not paying attention to my husband. What's wrong with you, queenie, my dad asks.

What is wrong with him, Dad? I replied as a counter .

"I love him.

I love him so much I could die without him by my side. I say with conviction that my father's eyes turn toward me. As his only daughter, he fears hearing me talk about death, and it's a tool I have mastered for us since childhood. You don't have to die; he says meekly. Jack, my mom, calls his name. If she wants, she can die but not marry this man. Does he even have a job? "Yes, he works at AMT International.

What does he do? He owns it. I reply to my question,n raising a brow so my mom knows I don't want rare. "Jack am leaving she says as she stands up; he calls her back. " Honey, sit.

Let us get through this as a family, please, "he pleads.

She sits, but Sis is still disgruntled about the situation.

When is the wedding? "We are getting married this weekend," I reply. Okay, my father says, still allow this,I'll have to adjust my will as well. He says , narrowing his bow; Jack, my mom calls out, not agreeing.

Could you not ask him what it is? I knew my dad would not go against me, so I said Agree." My dad brings his hands forward towards Arnold, who has been ignored at the table, and shakes his hand; Welcome to the family, son.

My dad called the server, and we ordered and ate.

it was like always, but today had a little addition; the meal was silent, and Arnold sat at the table with us.

We should take our first family picture with Arnold today after everyone is done eating,

Distracting my mom from small talks about how we met. Besides having calculated everything into perspective, he is a smart man, not easily fooled. Even though he allows me to do as I please, he has an eye out for everything.

The main reason I allowed him to change his will without asking about the changes was that I knew it would be so Arnold would not acquire anything else after we tie the knot, in case something happened to us.

But I don't care. My mother had declared that we would procure all of those things at the wedding.

Please do not hesitate to invite your friends. "We will have a grand wedding," Queenie says. Arnold stands and holds my chair for me as I stand. He said goodbye to my parents, and as I looked at him, I noticed something strange.

Arnold was more composed than when I told him I would be marrying him.