Chapter 2. Be Mine

"Where is he?!"

"I'm right here. Look at you all worked up, who would have thought you'd love your father this much?" 

"Leave us," I sighed and walked closer to him.

He was seated on the sofa just adjacent to the bed.

"So, I heard you're rejecting most offers from companies that need an investor?" He said as I took a seat by his side. 

"Well, they're not looking profitable nor promising so I think it'll be a waste of funds. Don't you think, father?" I cleared my throat and stole a glance at him.

His stare is somewhat scary, even for a man like me.

"Well, you're quite capable of handling a company. At least you've proven that. Your reasoning is quite okay too. I guess I have to update and make a few changes to my will," 

"What do you mean?" I was puzzled.

"You're capable of being my heir, officially. I plan to hand over Two A's to you," I was shocked.

That was quite weird. He never admitted that I was his heir, so that was something new.

"Victor, get the documents by my bed."

"I hope you're still with that girl. What's her name? Oshana, is it?" He asked.

That whore! Why did he have to remind me of her?

"Well, not quite. We broke up a few days ago, I caught her…" I tried explaining but was cut short by him. Very typical of him.

"What?!" 

"So, you're single right now? Well then. Don't bother, Victor. You can return them."

"What, why are you asking him to return them? What does being single or married have to do with all these?" It pissed me off every time.

"A man with no home to govern cannot handle a company!" 

"I will not give my wealth and hard-earned properties to a bachelor! Go bring a presentable wife or all you wish to inherit will go into donation," my father ordered as he turned deaf ears to my grumbles. 

"Speedy recovery, father," I said and left the room. 

"You punk!" He cussed, but who cares?

Why did he have to place such a high condition just for me to be the next Chairman? 

I took my phone and placed a call to my friend. Thankfully, he picked up.

"Hey, man! What's good?" 

"Nothing is. Are you at work? I drop by for a few minutes, talk about stuff, and dissect over wine. You can make time, right?" I need to drop this burden off my chest.

"Uhm… Yeah, sure. I'll be expecting you." 

"Alright," I replied and hung up.

"To Kent's office," I ordered my driver, who acknowledged and drove off immediately.

How do I find a girl who isn't a gold digger? The answer is no way because all girls are gold diggers. Even the meek-looking ones want to have something attached to their name and buy things more expensive than their income. 

Oshana never really liked me for who I was. She wanted just three things that meant everything to all girls. Fame. Wealth. Sex. After giving them all that, they grew wings and flew away. 

"We are here, sir," my driver called my attention back to reality, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Oh." That was fast. 

"My man!" He exclaimed as we shook hands. 

"Would anyone believe that we haven't seen each other informally despite being in the same town?" He laughed, but I kept a straight face because I was not in the mood for jokes. I had more pressing issues.

He was right, though. We only see this during shareholders' meetings since he controls the legal department of Two A's.

"Oh, whatever the problem is?" He questioned the moment he sensed the coldness.

"Dad," I mumbled and walked off for him to catch up with me.

"Oh, he's still over the issue of having a woman?" 

"Well, apparently," I responded and nodded.

"Wait, what about the girl, Oshana?" He asked, and I scoffed.

"You blew it?!" He yelled.

"Hey hey hey! It was her fault, I told her off after finding out she cheated on me with her brand manager. And who the hell are you yelling at?" 

"Her brand manager? Haha!" He chuckled, and I shot him a glare. Was he being serious right now?

"There's a cool bar downtown. What's the name again, Jeffrey's? Want to check it out?" I nodded. I need a glass of vodka and think of my next move.

"Sure. Let's stroll for a while and talk about work. You can tell your driver to come pick you up later," he added, and I waved at my driver, who drove away after a bow.

It's been a while since I felt the breeze. Being coupled with work for a week or so can have a turning effect on someone. The street was relatively scanty, thanks to Kent, who liked solitude and less noise, yet a specific building had more crowd than a betting arena, all ladies.

"What's going on there? I had no idea Two A's Event Center was booked during weekdays."

"Ahh, there. Most of my female workers took it off for it. Asher Miller wants to pick a lady for an occasion, I think. Pay is quite high so everyone is trying their luck."

Lucky him! He could come up with such an idea. 

"Why not check if you can find your taste amongst them?" 

"That's not a bad idea," I said and quickened my step to get closer to them.

ROSEANNE'S POV

So rude of him! I messed my sleeve up, and he couldn't even say thanks or apologize for colliding with me?! Rich brats and their nerve! 

"Hey! Where the heck are you? Are you going to delay until the person is chosen?" Clara's voice screamed on the other end of the phone. 

"Sorry, I got into some mess. I'm at the centre already… Wait, I'm supposed to find you amidst this crowd?! Are you sick?" 

"Of course not! I'm opposite you, bitch!" She screamed and shoved her middle finger in the air from the other side.

I got to her and thanked her for going through the stress. Just then, someone grabbed me by the wrist. I looked back to see who it was to find out it was the guy from the hospital. Was he stalking me? 

"You?" he said in unison, freeing my arm.

"She'll do, don't you think?" A blonde guy by his side said, and he nodded.

"What? Do what?? And who are you?!" Clara blabbed and got in front.

"I'll join you soon, go first," I assured her and she walked away, not taking her eyes off the blonde.

"Miss?" 

"Roseanne," I replied curtly, unsure what to do next.

"I'm Aryan Alvarez and I'll go straight to the point. I'll offer you more than Miller. Be my wife for a hundred days and be free thereafter," he said blatantly. 

"And what makes you think I want that?" I clenched my purse tightly, letting a rich brat see through me like a nylon.

Was this a joke? Did rich people take advantage of other people's desperation and manipulate them?

"Because it's a give and take," he took a stride towards me. "And we both know that you want that," he sighed and leaned into me. 

"Here's my card," he said, waltzing off while his friend winked at me and followed. I was still thinking of all that had happened when I heard a scream.