by Sam Crescent
It certainly wasn’t shopping, buying more bags than she’d ever use, or spending her parents’ money. She earned her living, much to her parents’ disgust. She didn’t need a husband, and she certainly didn’t need Dominick Duke in her life.
He was one man she would gladly do without.
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Dom stared out of his office window. As always, he was on the top floor, looking over the city. He didn’t know how many people did this, just took the time to see the world. Not that he had the time. Not with Sage refusing to take his calls, or making this wedding any easier.
He’d discovered his parents’ merger via marriage when she was sixteen years old. He’d been able to put them off until now. They wanted this merger. His father’s company was in a financial crisis, and his father said that he’d waited long enough. He had to be married to the Boyle girl before the end of the year.
The only problem was he and Sage had never seen eye to eye. Where he’d embraced the playboy lifestyle, loving lavish parties, and jet-setting around the world with a new woman on his arm every single night, Sage was the complete opposite. For one, she made her own income without her parents’ backing. She’d become an author of some really sexy, sensual books.
She wasn’t a huge bestseller nor would you find her books in a random store, but she did make a good living, just not one that could afford her all the designer clothes and first-class air tickets.
Then of course, there was the fact she never wanted those things. As a kid, he often saw her in dungarees, out exploring wherever she could be. She was never the kind of girl to play dress up or pretend to be a princess.
He’d watched her during one of their parties as she used the front path outside of her house to ride a bike. No one was there to see her or help. She would fall down, scrape her hands and knees, but not once did she cry, nor did she give up. She got back on that bike and rode it for the entire weekend until he watched her riding around with this huge smile on her face.
That had always been Sage. She never gave up.
She took every single day in her stride, always finding happiness and exuding a life that her parents always tried to blow out. She never succumbed to their brand though. She always fought back, never allowing them to take control.
He ran a hand over his face.
He had promised that same woman he would find a way out of any potential wedding they may have to face. Only, he’d fucked up.
His father had fucked up, more specifically. In the space of two years of bad investments, their company was facing collapse, and what had he been doing? Bedding every woman who looked his way and taking for granted his life would never change.
He had fucked up.
It was now up to him to not only get the company out of the red, but to also have it thriving once again. The only way to do that was to marry Sage. He’d gone to her father, only for him to say the money and means would be there so long as he married Sage.
He’d broken his promise because the business always came first.
Dom was drawn out of his thoughts by his office door opening. His PA knew he didn’t like to be disturbed. Alice was usually good at keeping people out of his way, especially now. She’d been with the company for a long time, since she was twenty, and now at sixty, she still wasn’t talking about retiring. He adored her as she knew everything about this company, and she had tried to warn him months beforehand, but he didn’t listen because he’d been one cocky bastard that needed to learn a lesson.
“I’m so sorry, Dom,” Alice said.
“You do know your staff should call you Mr. Duke or sir,” Johnson Boyle said.
“She can call me whatever I want. Thank you, Alice.”
“Is there anything you’d like?” she asked.
“A cup of coffee please.” He forced a smile to his lips, waiting for her to close the door. “Why are you here?” he asked the moment the door was closed.
“That’s no way to greet your future father-in-law.”
Walking around his desk, he sat down in his chair, staring across at Johnson. In all the years he’d known him, he didn’t understand why his father even liked him. They were always competing. Even their firms were constantly being switched from first to second place for their profit and survival, until his father fucked it up.
“You don’t care about being my father-in-law. Cut the crap. What do you want?”
“Actually, I do care. Believe it or not, Dom, I happen to care a lot about my daughter.”
“If that was the case, we wouldn’t be in the throes of organizing a wedding. As you can see, we are doing exactly that.” He’d already been faxed about the tailors he now needed to vet in order to get his suit ready.
This wedding, whether he or Sage liked it, was going to happen. He personally didn’t mind the prospect of being married to Sage. She wasn’t like the women he usually dated or slept with. Whenever he’d been in her company, which wasn’t often, he’d always found her enjoyable. Sure, she hated being in the limelight and often avoided it. This wedding was making her harder to pin down.
He’d tried on multiple occasions to secure a date or a lunch, or even a breakfast with her. If she wasn’t working, she had disappeared to some other location, or one of the endless charities she worked at.
“My problem is this wedding isn’t happening fast enough, Dom. I’ve given you my daughter. I know Sage is an intelligent, strong-willed young woman. I also know she doesn’t have what it takes to be the one to head my company.”
“Why not? She would be damn good,” he said. He’d be able to work with Sage as they merged.
“She hates corporation and business. It’s why she writes her silly books and tries to right the world of all the wrongs. I think we paid the wrong nanny to raise her. She’s always been too strong for her own good. Well, I know married to you, my company will be going to a man who can make the decisions. The sooner this happens, the better.” Johnson stood up, pulling out a piece of paper. “Here are all the details of where you’ll find Sage. She is … always on the go. I don’t know where she gets the energy, but she does.” He chuckled.
“Why?” Dom asked.
“Excuse me?”
Dom stared down at the paper in his hand. “You’re so invested in this. Your company is the best in the country, if not the world. You could pick anyone to run it. Why me?”
“You’re close, Dom. You know that.”
“My father won’t tell me why you picked me. We’re your rival company.”
“But we’re also friends. You need to stop reading too much into the semantics of this, and just do as you’re told.” Johnson pointed at the paper. “Make my daughter fall in love with you, get down the aisle, and you will not be hurting for the cash I know you need for the Booker deal.”
Dom stared at Johnson.
The Booker deal was one of the biggest contracts they’d been handed in years. It was the chance to market and distribute for the main beauty supplier, which could be worth billions. He’d had to fend off plenty of offers to make his contract the best. The only problem was when he’d been negotiating a worldwide distribution, Duke’s hadn’t been on the verge of collapse. If he could keep the company afloat for the roll out, he wouldn’t need the merger with Boyle. If Johnson knew about it, there was a risk of Booker going elsewhere, and he couldn’t afford that. There was no way they would survive.
“How do you know about that?”
“Dom, you’re a good businessman. Your father has taught you well, but you need to know that every single one of your competitors always knows something. You always have to stay one step ahead. Remember what I told you. I’ll leave the Booker deal alone if you get my daughter down the aisle by the end of the month.”
“End of the month, that’s two weeks away.” He needed the Booker deal.
“I know. I thought you were a man with a sweet tongue, who could charm the pants off any woman. Let’s see you at work.” Johnson left without another word.
“It can’t be that bad,” Alice said, stepping into the room.
Dom collapsed back into his chair, still holding the fucking piece of paper. “It’s worse. I’ve got to make a girl fall in love with me in less than two weeks, as otherwise all of this is gone.”
“Have you ever thought about telling her the truth?” Alice asked.
“No. I’m not going to do that. She doesn’t care about all of this. She won’t care.”
“But—”
“Alice, stop, okay. I’ll fix this. I will.” He wasn’t going to screw this up. Sage was like any other woman, and he was going to prove to her that he was the man for her.
End of sample chapter
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