Terrance's POV

"Dad, what the fuck?!" I growled running my fingers through my hair.

"Sorry son, but that's the case." He countered sternly.

It was finally time for dad to hand over the company to me but he added a condition to it. He said I would only get the company after I get married.

"Dad, I don't want to marry." I protested.

"Then you don't need the company as well, your mother and I had already planned this before she left." He explained.

"Dad, I don't need anyone in my life!" I yelled.

"Don't raise your voice on me Terrance, and if you don't bring your fiancée to me in three days, then I'll get you one myself." He announced

"But Dad-"

"My words are final, three days." He said and dismissed me.

I angrily stomped out of his office and ran down the stairs. I looked on the floor, tramping my feet and I bumped into someone.

I gripped her small waist, making her shiver slightly as she clutch to my shirt and my eyes bored into hers. I finally made her stand on her feet and she fixed her ear peice.

"Dude, why are you pissed off?" She asked with concern.

"Mind your own business." I growled.

"I don't own a business." She smiled making me more angry. I shoved past her and ambled into my room. I groaned loudly in frustration and flopped into my bed.

Three days, Get a fiancée.

I've never mingled with girls in my high-school days because I went to an all boys school.

Besides, apart from my mother, I didn't really trust females. I don't know but I felt like I couldn't trust them. So who should I pick? I ran my fingers through my hair and groaned again.

***
Day 1

"One more." I slurred.

"Dude, that's enough, you've drank too much." Nigel said and I blew the hanging hair off my face.

"Man, I don't know." I randomly stated.

"Don't know what?" He inquired.

"I don't know who to choose." I countered,

"Choose for?" He asked.

"Dad said I should get married before...before...I take over the company but I don't know who to choose as my fiancée, dude, what am I gonna do?" I pouted.

"Choose the on who knows everything about you and cares about you."He said holding my shoulder.

"But...who would that..be?" I asked.

"You'll find out, Now, I have to take you home." We left the bar and he drove me home.

"Nigel?" Esther called approaching us.

"Take him to his room, I've suffered enough, I'm leaving." He announced and a few seconds later, I heard a car drive.
Someone held my arm and I remember that soft touch.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I slurred. She didn't reply but she tugged me slightly and I began to walk. Everything looked drowsy and I didn't know where I was going. I head a door close and we entered a room.

I suddenly fell on the bed, completely exhausted and as I felt my shoes come off.

I never knew how I slept but I felt some fingers brush hair off my face and some soft lips pressed on my forhead. I wanted to pull her to me but I felt so weak and exhausted.

***

Day 2

I woke up with a groan as I felt my head throb. Before I could head to the bathroom, someone entered my room.

"What do you want?!" I growled and winced at the pain in my head.

"I want your lungs." She chuckled. She was also holding a tray of water and some painkillers as she moved and knelt in front of me.

"I'm not here to worship you by the way, just brought you some painkillers." She announced. "Here, have it." She said and I glared at her.

"Terrance drink it." She warned trying to be intimidating in which she failed miserably.

"Or else what?" I narrowed my eyes at her. She sighed, took one of the painkillers and shoved it into my mouth.

Later, she brought the glass of water to my mouth and I groaned before I opened it for her to pour in the water.

"Good boy, come down for breakfast fast." She said sweetly before leaving my room. I got up from bed and shuffled my feet into the bathroom.

***

Day 3.

I furiously cut the grass, completely annoyed with dad. Today was the last day and if I didn't get a fiancée, he would get me one that I might not like.

"Fuck!" I cursed loudly when the cutter cut my palm.

"What happened?" Esther asked when she appeared in front of me. She looked at my bleeding palm and gasped as I glared at her.

"Oh my God, you're bleeding!" She winced. "OK die." She shrugged and walked away.

How Helpful.

She later came back with a first aid box in her hands.

"Go away!"I grimaced.

"Jeez dude, I came to rub alcohol on the grass.'' She joked. She stood on front of me, took my palms into hers and started dressing my wound. I winced when the alcohol came into contact with my open skin.

"Ouuu, Terrance is afraid of alcohol but he came home drunk last night." She teased and chuckled as she wrapped the bandage around my hand.

"Fuck off." I glared down at her. This girl really annoys me. I need to find a way to make her feel annoyed too.

I hate being annoyed.
And she's Annoying.

I took the first aid box from her hand, put it away away and gripped her wrist. I then dragged her out of the garden back into the house.

"Terrance, what the hell? Let me go! What are you doing?" She asked.

I ignored her and dragged her all the way into my dad's office. He looked up at us as I tugged Ester to stand by my side.

"Dad, there she is." I announced.

Esther's POV

"You want to marry Ester?" Mr. Douglas asked and my dropped jaw nearly sank into the marbled floor.

"What the f..." I started but shut up.

"Esther, did he tell you about it?" Mr. Douglas asked.

"About wha-"

"Yes dad, I did and I want to marry her." Terrance announced and I gave him the 'wtf' look."So do I get the company now?" He asked.

Like what? This boy wants to marry me because of company shit? What the hell?

A part of me felt shocked, the other felt happy even though it wasn't out of love.

"Is this true?" Mr. Douglas asked me.

"Sir..um, he didn't tell me anything about that." I said and Terrance groaned.

"Then you may leave." He said and full of confusion, I left. I was too shocked to stand by the door to listen.

Ok I'm lying. I tried to listen to what they were saying but the door was sound-proof so I just went downstairs.

Why did Terrance all of a sudden drag me to his father that he wants to marry me?

Will this marriage go on? But that means that my future wouldn't be a future. That means I'd never find love.

But hey, I don't want love so why not?

Who knows? Maybe, he might change his mind and brush it off. But a part of me felt I was being used but another felt otherwise.

What the hell?!

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