Jensen POV

My parents entered my office, and Mom held a tux.

Looking at them, I ask. "What are you doing with a brand new tux?"

Mom looks at Dad and then back to me. She clears her throat. "Son, somebody just informed me that the Hamilton Annual Party will also be your wedding night."

No, I won't be marrying a stranger.

I shake my head in denial. "I've never met the girl, and everyone is forcing this stupid wedding on me. No, I won't do it."

Mom moves behind me and places her hand on my shoulder. "You have no choice, son. You heard your grandfather's Will."

Rising, I move away from my desk. "Why did Grandpa do this to me? Is he trying to punish me for something?"

Dad shakes his head. "No, your grandfather has been trying to protect that girl. From what I've heard, she didn't have an easy upbringing. Her parents have been trying to sell her off since she was eighteen. Your grandfather saved her from the savages out there who wanted her."

Crossing my arms. "I still don't want to marry this woman."

Dad shakes his head. "You haven't met her yet. What if she's..."

I cut Dad off. "She's not going to be my soul mate. I don't believe in that garbage that Mom fed us since we were younger."

Dad moves to the window and looks at the City. "I was a lot like you, son. I didn't believe in fairy tales. Just one look at your Mom, and I was sunk. When the McKellar men meet the right one, they fall for them hard." He turns to me. All your siblings have found that special someone."

"You should bother them. I have work to do."

Mom and Dad head towards the door. Mom stops at the door and turns towards me. "The limo will pick you up from here at six."

I roll my eyes and then lean over my paperwork.

Mom sighs and then slams the door.

Uma enters the room several minutes later and moves behind my desk. She rubs my shoulders. "Is it true?"

Frowning, I lift my eyes and look at her. "What are you talking about?"

She pulls my chair around so I'm facing her. "That you're getting married?"

I nod.

Uma pulls the hem of her dress up.

Touching her arm. "Uma, I can't do this with you now."

"Psh, you can do whatever you want." She pulls the dress over her head. "You know you want to do it with me for the last time." She moves towards me and sits on my lap. Her hands move to the zip on my black pants and then pull my thick cock out of my pants. She moves her underwear to the side and pushes on my cock.

Shit! She's riding my cock bear back.

Pushing her off me. "I need to grab some protection." I pull open the drawer and layer my cock with the rubber.

She pulls her underwear off and sits on me.

Holding her hips, I move her up and down on my cock. I take one of her nipples into my mouth. I tug on it with my teeth.

She arches her back, and she's all sweaty on me.

Our skin becomes sticky.

My balls slap against her legs. She tightens on my cock and starts to milk me.

I shoot, come into the rubber, and then pull out of her. Pulling the condoms off, I throw them in the trash can. I stuff my cock back into my pants and do up the zip.

Swinging the chair around, I pick up her dress and throw it at her. "You got what you wanted. Please, leave."

I know I sound like an arsehole. I didn't want to do that with Uma, especially on my wedding night. I know I'm not the best guy for that Hamilton chick. I will try my best to be faithful to her.

Then I hear a phone ring.

That's not my phone.

Opening the bottom drawer, I see my grandfather's phone.

A number flashes across the screen, and I answer it.

Me: Hello, Joseph McKellar's phone.

Voice: Who is this? A sweet voice asks.

A smile spreads across my face.

I like that voice.

Me: I'm Jensen McKellar. I'm the grandson of the man whose phone you're calling.

Who is this woman? Why would she call my Grandpa?

Voice: This is the first time someone's ever answered the phone. How did you get it?

Me: I got it from the hospital when I collected his belongings. Who are you?

Voice: I'm nobody. I have to go.

She's not a nobody. How could someone say that?

Putting the phone back in the drawer.

I would love to meet the woman with that sweet voice.

I closed the file on my desk and put it in the filing cabinet. I shut down the computer and made my way towards the office shower.
I pull off the suit I'm wearing and step into the shower.

***

Exiting the shower, I change into the suit that Mom brought. Once I'm ready, I exit McKellar Group and see the limo outside the office. I step into the limo.

Cindy moves over for me, and I sit.

The limo pulls away.

Cindy pulled her phone out of her bag and showed me a picture. "This was Joy four years ago."

She's stunning. How did Cindy get the picture?

"Where did you get the pic?"

"The yearbook. Joy was on the committee that made the books for us. One of the photographers took this photo without her knowing."

I spend the entire trip talking to her about Joy.

The car stops in front of a massive mansion with a fountain in the driveway. Simon steps out of the car and opens the door for us.

I step out of the car first, followed by my siblings. I walk up the stairs with my family and enter the house.

A girl walks towards our group with a tray of food. She has dark hair, dark eyes and tanned skin. She is on the skinny side.

Cindy walks over to her and says. "Do you remember me?"

She nods. "What are you doing here?"

Cindy laughs. "You're marrying my brother."

Am I marrying that girl? I can't believe my luck.

Turning my attention back to my brothers and younger sister.

Analyse nudges me. "Are you listening to us or checking out your wife?"

I'm checking her out.

Looking over at her one last time. I watch the tray fall out of her hands and clutter as it hits the floor.

The entire room goes quiet as people turn towards Joy.

A woman stalks towards Joy. Joy picks up the food that fell on the floor and puts it on the tray.

The woman pulls Joy out of the room.

Analyse shakes her. "Looks like she's in trouble."

Turning towards Cindy. "Was that her mother?"

Cindy nods.

Moving across the room, I stand beside the door where Joy entered with her mom.

I hear the conversation through the door.

The woman starts laughing. "I couldn't think of a better way for you to introduce yourself to your in-laws. Go upstairs, and I'll get you at 8 p.m." I hear her approach the door, and I move away from it.

Pretending to pay attention to the group of people I'm with.

Mrs Hamilton walks past me.

I talk to random people as I move around the room. As I make my way away from the party, I walk up the stairs and down the hall. Peeking into a bedroom, I see Joy sitting in front of the vanity. Then I go back downstairs, and Joy's parents corner me.

Joy's Dad shakes my hand. "I'm Paul, and this is my beautiful wife, Margaret."

Shaking their hands, I say. "It's nice to meet you both."

Mrs Hamilton looks at the time. "It's time for you to go outside. I'll get my daughter." She walks away.

Walking over to my family, I tell them that we have to go outside. As I step outside, I see a makeshift stage with a priest on it, flowers on the ground, fairy lights hanging from the trees, and a makeshift marquee set up.

I move toward the stage.

My brothers Alex, Dylan, and Jesse climb onto the stage with me.

The doors open, and Joy steps into the backyard.

Her Dad is holding her arm.

At least he's getting the chance to walk his daughter down the aisle.

The pianist plays Here Comes the Bride as Joy walks down the aisle.

When she reaches the stage, her Dad whispers something, and her face pales. She climbs onto the stage and places her hand in mine.

What did that bastard say to her?