The shrill cry of the alarm clock interfered with his sleep and he straightened on the bed; he cursed and fell back on the California king sized bed.
The sun’s golden rays streamed into his room and he felt like going back to sleep but he couldn’t.
‘Another day, another dollar’ he groaned and jumped out bed.
His head throbbed like he’d been hit with a club or something heavier; this was his aftermath after some wild partying.
Greg Beecroft was the C.E.O of the Beecroft software Empire; he had taken over the company when he was just twenty as he showed so much promise; he had worked so hard to take it to the level where it was now.
Now he was thirty, he had not given up on the software empire; he had bigger and better plans for it, except that his father was starting to get in the way of that.
He turned on the shower and stepped into it. The water was cool to his skin; it quenched the ache he felt in his head; it relaxed and soothe him.
As the water ran down his thick black hair, he took a mental trip to the events at the party.
Before he got dead drunk; he remembered a girl slapping him for something he didn’t do.
Why she was so mad? He would never know, but there had been a mix up obviously; he had sent the note to one of his numerous girlfriends, Trudy and somehow the note had gotten to the crazy faced blonde.
‘Savage’ he murmured and stepped out of the shower.
He was Greg Beecroft and no woman had ever laid hands on him before; no woman had ever disrespected him. He was a god and women swooned over him, they lived to worship him.
He wished he knew a little bit about her, maybe he could teach her a lesson or two; he had been slightly tipsy when that had happened, that was why she was able to go scot free.
As he dried his body with the towel; there was a light knock on his door. He stopped.
He lived alone in a penthouse; far from his father or other members of his family; he hated any form of family interference.
‘It’s me Wendy, open up’ a voice called out to him.
His heart froze at the mention of her name. Out of all the girls he dated, Wendy was the only one that he really liked; she loved the things he loved; she was ruthless and ambitious, not to mention s£xy.
‘Are you going somewhere’? Wendy sauntered into her boyfriend’s bedroom.
‘Yes. Work. I’ve got an important meeting’ he replied.
‘I came here with your father’ she replied with a frown.
‘My father? Are you on his side now’? Greg scoffed. Ever since his mother passed, he had fallen out with his dad; they hardly got along except when it came to business.
‘When will you ever grow up Greg’? Wendy’s green eyes glowed angrily.
‘I don’t understand you? He slipped on a shirt and quickly worked on his buttons.
‘Look’ she took a deep breath and showed him some pictures; they had gone viral on the internet.
‘Where did you get this’? Greg snatched the phone from her, this would be the third time something like this was happening and it wasn’t good for his image as future CEO.
‘The internet of course! why are you so irresponsible, you’re thirty Greg not sixteen. You are the C.E.O of Beecroft, don’t you think your wild habits are getting in the way of that’? Wendy was exasperated.
‘You don’t have to call me names, I know I cheated on you again and I am sorry. I know you are hurt that I cheated, but it just happened, it was a mistake’ he stuttered.
Greg and Wendy had begun their relationship five years ago after they were introduced by their parents at a dinner event.
‘I can’t believe this, you’re such a liar. I don’t have anything to say to you Greg, but I think your father does’ Wendy hissed angrily and stormed out of his room.
‘Phew! What now’? He rolled his eyes and moved out to meet with his father.
‘Morning dad’ he murmured a greeting.
‘Sit’ the older man ordered. He was an older version of Greg, but still very handsome for his age.
‘I handed over the company to you in good faith. I thought you were hardworking and smart and against the advice of so many, I resigned and then you took over’ the man begun.
Greg moved to the fridge and fetched a bottle of water he fidgeted abit .
‘When you started sleeping around; partying and going crazy, I ignored it. I felt you were young and would come out of it someday; but as the years rolled by, you have only gotten worse. Tell me, what do you think our partners and competitors would think when they see that picture of you? This is the third time this crap is happening Greg and I am really sick of it’ his voice rose as he spoke angrily.
‘So I made a mistake and some crazy person took a photo of me, what do you want me to do about it? Partying does not make me less efficient at work; you’re all making a big deal out of this’ Greg sipped his water coolly. He was not in the mood for any argument.
‘There’s only one way that I can give up the hold I have on Beecroft Softwares; I can only will everything to you when I know that you are responsible’ he rose to his feet.
‘And what’s that supposed to mean’? Greg saw the dangerous glint in his father’s eyes; he didn’t like the tone of his voice.
‘Get married to Wendy before your thirty first birthday else I’ll take Beecroft away from you’ the older man said with finality.
Slowly, Greg dropped the bottle and focused on his father; maybe he had not heard well, but the words had really sounded funny and so he laughed.
‘All my life, I have served this company with loyalty, commitment and dedication; you cannot take it from me, there is no one else that can run Beecroft like I do. No one else, it would crumble in two weeks should you give my position to someone else’ Greg scoffed.
‘Prove it, get married to Wendy, or you forget it’ the man repeated boldly.
‘And what if I don’t’? Greg returned.
‘I’ll give it to my other son, Nathan’ the man replied firmly and walked out of his house.
‘You cannot be serious, that bastard knows nothing about running a company’ Greg spewed angrily. He felt hurt and betrayed that his father would threaten him like that.
‘I am’ the man replied and shut the door.
‘Shit’ Greg’s face paled as he watched the car leave. He reached out for his phone and quickly texted his best friend, he was greatly confused; he had never seen his father in that mood before. Determination and confidence were written all over his face and it terrified him to see his father that way.
The morning was bright with promises as she served her mother a breakfast of pancakes and syrup. Amanda was unusually excited as she thought of the job interview that was to come up in seven days time.
‘So how was the party’? Her mother asked.
‘Fine’ she replied coolly.
‘You returned rather early’ her mother observed.
‘Yea, I did, got a little choky in there….oh I’ll be applying for a spot to intern at Beecrofts ‘Amanda announced cheerfully.
‘That’s a huge honey, how did you hear of it’? The woman asked.
‘Alex. She got a gig from last night. I already sent an email to my school and they responded. So I’ll use one year with the company for my Industrial Training’ Amanda answered hopefully.
‘That’s a good one, you are the best ’.
‘It will work out’ she nodded her head confidently.
Her mind still strayed to the man at the party. She couldn’t wrap her head as to why he sent her such a note.
His eyes were highly penetrating; they could bore into one’s soul and as she thought about their seductive glare, her legs felt weak.
‘Why are you smiling’? Her mother had been observing her.
‘Smiling? I am not smiling’ she grinned.
‘Yes you were, tell me about it’ the woman was curious.
‘Nothing. I am just so excited about this job, I want everything to work out perfectly’ she replied.
‘Okay, if you say so’ the woman chuckled. Her daughter wasn’t a very good liar and it was written clearly on her face that she wasn’t willing to share whatever was on her mind.
Amanda focused on her meal and the thoughts of the stranger kissing her again; the buzzing of her phone shut the thoughts out, Alex had sent her a text.
ALEX: Hi hun, how are you?
AMANDA: Morning, happy, you?
ALEX: More than happy. Guess what?
AMANDA: You know I am not very good at guessing.
ALEX: I had the best s£x of my life and this guy turns out to be an asset.
ALEX: Yea, coincidentally, he works with the Beecroft Softwares Empire; he is friends with the C.E.O, Greg Beecroft.
AMANDA: Wow that’s really nice.
ALEX: Aii, I have to go now, he’s out of the bathroom.
AMANDA: Whatever. Love. You.
‘You like someone, you’re have a crush’ her mother scanned her face briefly.
‘Mum’! Amanda protested with a laugh.
‘Come on darling, tell me about him’ the woman pressed on.
‘There is nothing to tell because there is no one’ Amanda smiled and sipped the hot chocolate from the mug.
‘Who was that’? Morgan asked as he stepped out of the bathroom. He had met Alex at the party and they’d clicked instantly. They had exchanged numbers and had decided to meet up later.
As they had made small talk the night before; Morgan had briefly mentioned that he worked with Beecroft and they were hiring.
‘Amanda, remember? I told you she could use a job’ Alex replied.
‘Okay…I do remember her. I really have to go now’ Morgan announced.
‘Really’? Alex pouted her lips as she stared at the blond.
‘Yes, Greg sent me a text, it’s definitely work related. So we’ll do this some other time but in a classy restaurant, over some good food and wine’? Morgan climbed the bed and planted a kiss on her face.
‘Are you asking me on a date’? Alex grinned and chuckled.
‘Call it whatever you want darling, but I really enjoyed your company’ his hands encircled her creamy b00bs.
‘Hey, you better hurry, else you’d be late for work’ Alex laughed and pushed his hands away.
‘Alright, stay cool, goodbye now’ he blew her a kiss and trotted out of their hotel room.
‘You too’ Alex murmured in a shaky voice. This was the first guy she had really connected with since her break up with her last boyfriend.
She was unsure of what she felt but this was sure, thinking about him brought butterflies to her tummy and she couldn’t help but wonder what it was.
‘It’s just the s£x. He is very good in bed’ she thought aloud.
It had not taken him much time to reach his office where he was to meet with Morgan, his best friend and employee. His father had not been joking about the marriage issue, he couldn’t get married to Wendy or any other woman, he wasn’t ready; he had his whole life planned out and marriage was not one of his plans.
‘Good morning sir, there’s a little problem’ Gwen followed him into the office.
‘Now it’s not the time, tell Holly to fix me a coffee, I could really use one now’ he snapped at his secretary.
‘Um, that’s where the problem lies’ Gwen shrugged.
‘What problem’? Greg was getting impatient, he just needed time alone.
‘She is not coming back’ Gwen drew a deep breath in readiness to share the news.
‘What’s that supposed to mean’? Greg asked.
‘She resigned and left for Nevada’ she said.
‘What? How on earth am I supposed to find another personal assistant at this short notice? What the fuvk’? Greg swore under his breath.
‘I am really sorry sir’ Gwen stuttered.
‘Just go, get out’ Greg swallowed. How could Holly quit like that? She had not even given him a sign; he quickly let her pass and focused on other important matters. Holly was trivial, his company was hiring and that was the opportunity to find himself a personal assistant.
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‘Morning Fresh prince, I got your message, you ready for the meeting’? Morgan swaggered into his office.
‘Sit down Morgan, this isn’t about the meeting’ Greg rose to his feet and shut the door.
‘Whoa, this is really serious; spill! Did you cheat on Wendy? Oh my God, you broke the internet again’ Morgan chuckled as he found the answer.
‘It’s not funny; I don’t know who took photos of me last night, you assured me that the party would be safe’ Greg blamed his friend for everything.
‘I thought it would be, so, Wendy can handle that, she is your Media Management officer’ Morgan shrugged.
Wendy also worked in the company and she had handled the first two problems of Greg that had gone viral.
‘My father wants me to get married to Wendy’ Greg blurted out.
‘That’s a good thing, getting married of course’ Morgan nodded. He almost laughed as he scanned Greg’s face; he had gone as pale as sheet, like he saw a ghost or something.
‘Morgan! This is d–n serious, I have never seen my dad this way, I am in some deep shit, he could even cut me off his will’ Greg sighed.
‘Cut you off? Wait, he can’t do that, you have worked so hard for this company. Beecroft would be nothing without you’ Morgan straightened on the chair, this was getting serious.
‘He wants me to get married before my thirty first birthday else he would hand over the company to Nathan’ Greg said.
Morgan scoffed, he knew Greg’s half brother was a real jackass, they never got along.
‘Nathan doesn’t have the experience to run Beecroft, the old man probably just wants you to get serious’ Morgan decided.
‘You needed to see his face; I know that man; I know when he wants something so bad. He could play dirty just to earn it’ Greg groaned.
‘Hey, getting married to Wendy is not a bad idea, if that’s what will please your dad, then you gotta do it’ Morgan advised.
‘Are you crazy? Wendy? I know she is my girlfriend officially; I like her a lot but I don’t see myself getting married. Ever. Greg ruffled his hair.
Why couldn’t anyone understand him? His parent’s marriage was a rocky one; they only managed to stay with each other to avoid a major scandal; he didn’t believe in true love or marriage.
‘Calm down, take a deep breath and think. What do you want Greg? If Beecroft is of any value to you, you’d get married to her; you don’t need to love her to get married; what are your fears anyway? You just get to sleep in the same bed, have s£x every night and grow old together’ Morgan tried to paint a good image of marriage.
‘Isn’t that sad and boring? You’re not helping me Morgan, I called you here to get your advice and not your teasing. I don’t want to get married to Wendy and I love Beecroft too much to let it go. What should I do’? He was desperate.
‘When is your thirty first birthday coming up’? The words rushed out of Morgan’s mouth.
‘Oh shoot, I am supposed to remember that because I am your best friend’ he quickly fetched his phone and searched the calendar.
‘I know, I am screwed’ Greg exhaled; his birthday was coming up in a month’s time.
‘You have thirty days’ Morgan bit his lip.
‘So’? Greg drummed his fingers on the table.
‘Tell your father the truth, that you are not ready for marriage. He either takes it or leaves it’ Morgan advised.
‘That would mean standing up to him’ Greg had a bad feeling about this.
‘Yes’ Morgan rose to his feet and moved to the mini bar, he was thirsty for a drink.
‘That reminds me, Holly is gone, I’ll need a new personal assistant’ Greg joined him at the cellar.
‘Okay, we’ll have a lot of people coming up for the interview, I could get you one. What’s your spec’? Morgan offered Greg a glass.
‘No blue eyed blondes, they’re just plain stupid’ Greg snorted, Holly had been a blonde.
‘Okay boss! I need to take this’ Morgan reached out for his phone, Alex was calling.
‘Who is that’? Greg stared at him suspiciously.
‘New catch, you know what, I may have just found you your new personal assistant’ Morgan winked; he remembered Alex had told him of her friend who could really use a job.
‘Whatever, I really need to talk to my father and Wendy’ Greg gulped the red content in his glass