Welcome to the Wednesday grind. It has already been such a long week. I'm very excited to get a quick prompt in with you all. Then I have to get back to The Broken Curse. I'm almost done with the draft and then off to my editor it goes. SO let's prompt!
He tapped his
bite-marked pencil on his monstrous, mahogany desk as he awaited her arrival.
As usual, his newest bout of interns was late, lazy and lacking. But his father
instructed him to go through the motions. It was either listen to father go on
about the company or go on about the fact that he had yet to find a wife and
create an heir. Little did his father know, he loathed women in general—their
wants and needs were foreign to him. He simply didn’t have it in him to fake
his way through a relationship just for the sanity of his father.
“Mr. Wyse, the next intern is here.”
“Send him in.” His tone was clipped, hard. His secretary
was a real pain the ass woman who’s voice grated on his every nerve. It wasn’t
that he hated woman, he just didn’t have the patience to know them. He saw them
as one purpose—sex. Random, one night, meaningless, emotionless sex.
A young woman, around the age of twenty five, if he had
to guess, sauntered into the room. Her chestnut hair fell down to her butt in
soft waves. He expected when he made eye contact that she would avert her gaze
to the floor, but she held him with her baby blues, unafraid. He’d never gotten
that reaction before.
“Please, sit.” She did. And he liked that. He liked that
she did whatever he said. An unwelcome thought of her face first leaning on the
desk flitted its way into his head. But he pushed it away before she saw his
discomfort.
“Tell me why you should get this entrance position.”
“Well.” She stumbled over her words and he thought, she is affected by me. “My name is
Ginny. I just graduated with my MBA in Business Intelligence. I honestly was
surprised when I went through the first round of interviews and got a
callback.”
“This isn’t a play. There’s no callbacks,” he spat out.
“Who interviewed you before me?”
“He had the same name as you, Mr. Wyse.”
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If his father was going to throw attractive woman in his
face, he would take matters into his own hands. He was only thirty—not old by
any means. While he understood his father’s nagging, he also realized that he
didn’t have to be married to have a child. So he would figure out a way around
all of this.
He’d create the perfect woman.
“Welcome back, Ginny.” He sat across from her, a stack of
papers in front of him. His lawyers drew up some confidential work that he
hoped Ginny would agree to. She was as near perfect as he could hope to get.
Her long hair was beautiful, her contrasting blue eyes were liquid to him.
Plus, he liked the little attitude she carried.
“I’m going to be honest,” she said, “I’m not exactly sure
why I’ve been called her. The woman didn’t say it was an interview. I’m not
prepared to be truthful.”
“This is a different kind of interview.”
“Okay…” He had to be careful not to scare her off. Being
propositioned like this was an awkward task. He wasn’t sure how to begin, only
he knew he had to rip the Band-Aid off before she ran away.
“I need you to have a child with me.” She stared at him
with confusion written all over her face, from her wrinkled nose to her drawn
together eyebrows. Maybe he was a bit too direct. But he didn’t know how else
to be.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“After that language, maybe I should be.” She stood from
her seat and began pacing the room. He stood and went to stand by her. He took
her by the elbow to stop her moving and made her look up at him. “I need an
heir. I will compensate you very well. You can be as active or passive as you
wish. But I’ll need at least a year of your life.”
“So what you're saying is; you want to use me to have
your kid so your company will have an heir?”
“Basically, yes. Also, we’ll have to get married.”
“And why’s that?” She crossed her arms over her chest in
disgust.
“My father is difficult. He requires it. We can fake an
altercation and get divorced.”
“Why me?”
“You need the money. You’re beautiful. Why not?”
“You know having a kid is a big deal, right?”
“I do.” He nodded in agreement.
Neither spoke again. He wrote down his address and
telephone number on a post it note and she left the office, her heels clacking
with each retreating step.
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She knocked on his door two days later. He was in the
middle of a binge-drink, wasted from a day filled with scotch and ice and not
much else. He stumbled to the door and when he saw her face, he smirked.
“Couldn’t stay away?” He fell backwards against the foyer
table, knocking over a candle his interior decorator placed there.
“Looks like someone had a fun day,” she said as she
glanced at the watch on her slender wrist. She laughed when she saw that it was
only four pm. She grabbed his arm and flung it over her shoulder and dragged
him down the hall. She found a living room with a large couch and managed to
lay him down.
Not knowing the house at all, this was the first time she
had even been to this part of the city, she walked from room to room, searching
for a bucket to place beside his head. She came across a bathroom and luckily,
there was a small square bucket and she meandered her way back to the living room.
She pulled a blanket over his muscled body when he began to stir.
“Do you say yes?” he asked through his slumber.
“Yeah.”
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“Ginny, I needed you here ten minutes ago. You’re giving
me heart palpitations.” He slammed the phone down on the table and tried to
breathe. Ginny was proving to be a difficult woman. He was second guessing his
choice but tonight was the make it or break it night.
“I’m here, old man.” She walked into the house that she
was now familiar with. She loved the house if she was honest with herself. But
at times, this felt unreal. She was developing real feelings for this needy,
demanding, hard shelled man. But she experienced a different side of him when
the doors were closed. He was intelligent, charismatic, hilarious and sometimes
even affectionate in a weird, offhanded way.
“Ginny. I told you I need you to be perfect tonight. That
means being on time, looking right, acting appropriate.”
“Relax,” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders.
She could feel the knots under his skin. She could feel his rapid heart pumping
a dry well. “I know how you need me to be. I’ve got it under control.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“Remember; let me get doors, drinks, and whatever you
need. Don’t have more than one glass of wine. Only one serving for food, they
can’t think your unhealthy. My mother is a witch, my father is a bastard, but
they need to believe I love you.”
A
driver retrieved them seconds later from his mansion. The man was polite, like
she was supposed to be. The drive to his parents’ house was quick and smooth.
He got out of the car and ran around the backside to get the door for Ginny.
She accepted his hand and he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. The
first kiss they ever shared.
“The
show begins,” he whispered in her ear. Goosebumps sprung up on her arms and she
shivered as he let her go. She smiled alongside him, suddenly dreading their
arrangement. She had manners, was brought up to be a classy woman, but she
feared she was heading into shark infested waters.
I like the prompt. I also like the story.
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