Contract marriage

Kristen's POV

“Marry me,” I heard him say.

I was forced to scoff. It was okay for him to ask for something in return, but marriage was too far from it. I couldn’t even try to hide the disgust I felt at that point. At that point, I could boldly say ‘all men were scum’

“Excuse me?” I asked, hoping he would come back to his senses and ask for something else.

With a sly smirk still on his face, he repeatedly. “You heard me, didn’t you?”

“I did, but….”

He cut me short. “You don’t consider me competent enough to be your husband? I don’t think you understand how big this is. I am the CEO of the most successful oil company in this country, also the owner of one of the biggest fashion companies in the world. You do realize that this isn’t something you should even think about”

I shook my head. “That is not the point, we barely even know each other”

“That doesn’t matter” he placed his index finger under my chin he moved my face up and down. “You are pretty, I am rich, the perfect combination”