by Mia Kayla
Marry Me for Money
Mia Kayla
MAM Books LLC
Contents
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
Thank you!
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About the Author
Acknowledgments
Copyright
Copyright © 2014 by Mia Kayla
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Dedication
To Marvin, my very own happily-ever-after. You’re my book boyfriend come to life and I can’t wait to see how our story unfolds.
Prologue
The woman was beautiful. She looked like a supermodel ready to walk the runway. The blackest of black eyelashes swept upward, accenting the depths of her emerald eyes. Curls of mahogany sat on top of her head while the apple of her cheeks were highlighted with a slight pink as if the sun had kissed her.
I should have been excited. I should have been anxious.
But as my heartbeat thrashed in my ears, all I felt was dread.
I sat on the stool, staring at the girl in the mirror. I wondered who this girl was. I wondered where the old girl had gone and how I could get her back. The problem was I couldn’t. The lie was so deep, the charade so long that there was nowhere else to go, but to move forward.
It was an out-of-body experience as the chaos of the circus around me was happening. I hardly noticed the woman in front of me as she swished her little brush of pink gloss on my pouty lips.
Everybody was getting ready for the big day.
My big day.
Four photographers were scattered around the room, catching every moment and every detail from the shoes to the invitation to the flowers.
Orchids.
Orchids didn’t give off a scent like every other flower. Too much water would drown them. Not enough sunlight would kill them. They were useless and high maintenance.
So, when the florist had asked me what kind of flowers I would like for my bouquet, I’d said, “Orchids.”
It was the flower I despised the most. It wasn’t because of its lack of beauty or its uselessness, but I didn’t want anything that I would pick for my real day.
The photographers moved to the king-sized bed, and they snapped pictures of the regal designer wedding gown. This was another thing I never would have picked for myself. I remembered my last fitting. I had barely squeezed into the strapless couture dress. I would never choose a dress that I couldn’t walk, dance, or eat in. I hated it, and that was the reason I’d picked it.
My stomach growled from starvation. I had no appetite the night before, and today Kendy, my maid of honor, wouldn’t allow me to eat. It was so unlike her. I guessed it was for my benefit because I could barely fit into my dress. Either way, my stomach was eating itself because it had nothing else to feed off of.
The time went by slowly as if it were dragging on purpose to punish me for living the biggest lie of my life. Everyone always said their wedding day had flown by. This day was killing me, killing me softly and slowly.
All I wanted was for it to be over, but the day had just begun.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. If I can only get through this day…this one day…
I just needed to get through today.
Chapter 1
Financial State Bank stood in the heart of the financial district in downtown Chicago. Directly in front of my new office building, I peered up at the magnificent architectural masterpiece of glass windows encompassing all seventy-five floors and smiled the biggest smile ever. This was exactly where I wanted to be. All those late nights spent studying in the library and working random jobs to pay for school had gotten me to this point and in front of this big, bad bank.
I took the deepest breath of my life, made my way through the revolving doors, and stopped at the security desk. I took in my surroundings. Men and women, all dressed in their pressed dark suits, emerged through the revolving doors, most with a Starbucks coffee in hand. I straightened my skirt, pulled at my navy suit jacket, and exhaled a sigh of relief.
I made it. I’m meant to be here. Finally, somewhere I fit right in.
“You’ll have a lot of team meetings next week to discuss the pipeline and also online training. I’ll put everything in your calendar, so you’ll know.” Renee, my new manager, stepped from the elevator and I followed behind her.
Low cubicles spanned the length of the office area. It was already eight fifteen in the morning, and everyone was busy at their desks, typing away on their computers. I made a mental note to make it to work earlier. I wanted to be one of the first people in the office, not the trailing last that shouted slacker. I had never been one, and I wasn’t going to start now.
A grin was fixed on my face, and I could feel my cheeks hurting already.
“This place is intense, but you’ll like it here. We work hard, and you young people play hard,” Renee said.
My smile widened and inside I was singing at the top of my lungs.
“I’m excited,” I told her, not like she couldn’t already tell.
Everyone’s eyes followed me as I walked behind Renee. I met their stares and smiled slightly toward them, but I kept my ear-to-ear cheeky grin to myself. I didn’t want to scare people away.
Renee introduced me to the group—my team. “Everyone, this is Bethany Casse, our new underwriter. She’s a fresh graduate from Indiana State University.”
One by one, my team stood from the seats in their cubicles to introduce themselves. I shook each person’s hand firmly and learned that my team consisted of bankers on the sales team and another underwriter, like myself. Where the bankers were in the business to wine and dine and get more clients, underwriters were in the business to assess the risk of the deals the bankers made.
“Welcome, Beth.” Jim, the head banker on my team, shook my hand before immediately turning to Renee. “Renee, are you available tomorrow? Plack Industries has a request on the table.”
He’d barely taken notice of me, and my smile faltered as he moved past me into Renee’s line of sight.
Renee straightened her back to stand a little taller and her gaze flicked upward. “Thanks for letting me know in advance,” she said, sarcasm etched in her tone. “No, I’m not available. I already committed to going with another banker on a c
lient call tomorrow.”
He scratched his head. I noticed his receding reddish-brown hair matched the light freckles on his face.
“I need an underwriter there. This deal needs to move quickly,” he prompted, placing his hand on his hip.
Renee crossed her arms over her chest. I could see annoyance written all over her face.
“Well then, take Beth. Plack Industries is in her portfolio now. She’s the underwriter on that account.”
I shifted from one foot to the other, glancing back and forth between them.
Jim offered me a fake small smile before turning back to Renee. “Plack Industries is one of my biggest clients. I want you there. I need someone experienced.”
“Beth’s new, but she can handle it. She interned here before. She knows our systems and how to draw up a credit workup.”
It surprised me when Renee rolled her eyes in front of him, and suddenly, I wanted to hide from the tension emanating in the room.
“Renee,” Jim pleaded.
Renee ignored his plea and pivoted to a sweet-looking brunette typing away on her computer. “Caroline, show Beth where the file room is. Beth, study Plack Industries and their latest financial statements, and come up with your questions for the company tomorrow. If you need help, ask Caroline. I’d like to see the proposal on my desk in two days.”
My face must have registered shock because a moment later, Renee placed her hand on my shoulder.
“Beth, don’t worry. You will do fine.” Her eyes softened before she marched straight past Jim.
He stomped back to his desk, muttering something under his breath.
I blinked a couple of times, looking toward Renee’s retreating back. I was surprised that I was being thrown into work after being here for less than twenty minutes. All the while, I was also making lists in my head of what I needed to do before tomorrow’s meeting.
“Hi, neighbor. I’m Caroline.”
I turned to the young woman sitting right next to my new desk.
Her smile was brief but genuine. “Jim can be a prick. He’ll always try to do the deal. Your job is to make sure that we don’t lose money while he’s doing it. I’ll brief you during lunch. So, you’re a fresh grad, huh?”
I studied her cute bob cut to her petite frame to her natural pouty lips. “Yeah, this is my first job out of college,” I said, glad that my neighbor exuded friendliness.
What nobody here knew was that although this was my first job out of college, I’d started working when I was thirteen. I’d had random jobs, like babysitting, bagging groceries, and waitressing. Working had never been an option. It had been a necessity.
As I sat at my desk, I realized that all those late-night vanilla lattes, study groups, and staying in while everyone else had partied had led me to this point. My hand brushed against my nameplate.
Bethany Casse
Underwriter
And I smiled again.
Sitting at a table in the cafeteria during my lunch hour with Caroline, I watched the women in their hip-hugging suits and high heels, carrying their designer bags, saunter past us. Chicago was a fast-paced city—well, fast-paced compared to where I’d come from.
Caroline continued to talk about her family and her college boyfriend, whom she had been dating for years. I kept silent, listening and smiling, as she continued. Midway through my turkey sandwich, I was chewing a mouthful of food when a tall male knocked on our table, breaking our conversation and causing me to look up.
“Hey, Caroline. I’m glad you’re showing Miss New Girl around.” He turned to me and waved.
When our eyes caught, I noticed that his eyes were the lightest shade of blue.
“Hi, I’m Brian,” he said, sporting a boyish grin. “I hope Caroline is being nice to you.”
The specimen in front of me was all-American. He looked like a spokesmodel for the bank with his broad shoulders filling out his gray pinstriped professional suit.
“Hi,” I said, cheeks full of food. I put down my sandwich and wiped the crumbs from my fingers. “I’m Beth.”
I swallowed the remnants of my lunch before taking his hand. His hand lingered on mine a second longer than comfortable, and when he released me, I picked up my drink and took a sip, giving my hands something else to do.
“I hope you’ll like it here, Beth,” he said. “And you tell me if Caroline is being mean to you. I know her boss.” He winked.
The color of his eyes reminded me of a clear summer sky, light with flecks of different shades of blue reflected in his irises.
“You should join us, Brian,” Caroline said, bringing me back to reality. She kicked out the chair next to her, offering the empty seat between us. He looked behind him toward a group of guys congregated at another table.
“Ladies, I totally would, but I’ve made plans already,” he said as our eyes caught. “I’ll definitely take you up on that offer soon. Nice meeting you, Beth.” He gave me a small smile before he turned away.
I watched as he continued to walk through the cafeteria until he sat by the other men.
“Holy hotness. Wow, right?” Caroline said, all wide-eyed.
I shrugged shyly and peered at him through my lashes.
“He’s not only good-looking, but he’s really smart. Brian started when I did, but he’s moved up the chain, and management likes him. He went to the University of Wisconsin and I want to say that he even got a scholarship for football.” She beamed dreamily in his direction and then shook herself out of her reverie. “If I wasn’t almost engaged, I would have to hit on that fine masterpiece.”
I cast her a look, and at that, we both laughed.
That evening, back in my one-bedroom apartment, I glanced at the neutral walls surrounding me before ducking my head back into my papers. Plack Industries’ financial statements covered most of my plush couch. For the last two hours, my determination to be well prepared for tomorrow’s client call had kept me seated Indian style on the couch, staring at the numbers in front of me and writing notes.
The phone ringing forced me up, and I rubbed my numb bottom as I reached for the phone.
“Beth Boo, I miss you!” Kendy said, her squeaky voice echoing through the receiver.
An instant smile appeared on my face. Her voice reminded me of home.
We had practically grown up in the same house, and this was the only time we had ever really been apart. Kendy was my cousin, my best friend, and the sister I never had. Now, she was one of the few family members I had left.
“I miss you, too, Kendy.” I took the phone to the couch and plopped down before moving the financial statements from the seat to the floor.
“So, tell me everything. How was your first day at work? Do you like it? Are you busy? Do you have a nice desk? Oh, are there any cute boys?” she rambled on.
My heart ached from just thinking of the distance between us, and I pulled the phone closer as I felt myself loosen at the sound of her voice.
“Hello? Anybody there? Am I talking to myself here? If so, that’s rude,” Kendy said.
I shook my head, but of course, she couldn’t see me. “Kendy, life does not revolve around men. I just got to Chicago this past weekend. They have me so involved in work already, and that’s all I want to be involved with right now.”
“Come on, give me some juice, Beth! I have to live vicariously through you. Tell me your life is more exciting than being a registered nurse at Bowlesville Hospital where no one dies or gets sick. I just sit there, waiting for the next big emergency, because helping old people pee all the time sucks.”
I let out a carefree laugh. “I didn’t say there wasn’t any eye candy at work,” I said, trying to tame her curiosity.
“That’s it? Eye candy? You’re single. You’re hot. You have this amazing job. You’re a triple threat. You are the perfect package. Girlfriend, get out there, and put yourself on the market. Date, Bethany Marie. Date a lot. Have fun, girlfriend. You deserve it.”
“I will. Don’t wor
ry. I have a plan for these things. Right now, I have to concentrate on my job.” I yawned and glanced at the clock. Remembering my early customer call the next day, I clutched the phone closer to my ear. “Kendy,” I exhaled.
“Yeah?”
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you,” I said, thanking the heavens above that I had her.
“Pfft, girlfriend. You got that high-paying job all by yourself. Helping you get that apartment was no big deal.”
I huffed, thinking of all the ways I could thank my cousin for cosigning my lease. “Still, I owe you,” I said.
“You owe me nothing. We’re family. It’s not your fault things are the way they are. Shoot, I’m just proud you made your way out of here. And you know what?” she said slowly, making sure I was taking her words in. “Nana would be proud of you, too.”
I bit my cheek to stop the emotions running through me at the mention of my dead grandmother. There was silence on the phone, but it was a comfortable silence that we always had around each other, a silence shared among best friends. I knew what she was thinking because I was thinking the same thing. We missed Nana.
My eyes moved to the financial statements on the floor, triggering memories from the past.
I peeked up from my high school calculus book and sat up on my bed when I heard the door open. “Hey, Nana,” I said, noting the bouquet of red roses in her hands.
“You know he’s going to keep coming here every day until you answer his calls.”
I sighed as I swung my feet over the bed and reached for the flowers. I put them on the wooden desk that already had three-dozen roses in separate vases.
“I don’t know what to tell him. He’s never gonna let me go. I just know it. And I hate seeing him cry,” I said, dropping my butt on the edge of the bed.
I felt the bed indent as she sat next to me.