Dr. Single Dad's Fake Marriage: A Virgin & Billionaire Romance

by Tia Wylder

  “Jackson, what are you--” she began, only to be cut off by Lina.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Didn’t you hear your parents? They said you’ll lose your company share if you don’t marry me,” she screeched, but Jackson paid her little mind. He drew the ring out of the box, holding it delicately in his hand as he struggled to put the words together.

  “I know it seems really sudden. But I had been considering this for… a while. I know you don’t think I’m ready to be a husband, let alone a father for Klaus. I don’t expect you to have much confidence in me, in that regard. I wouldn’t ask you to lead me by the hand, and I certainly wouldn’t want to put further strain on yours and young Klaus’ lives, but…” he trailed off, taking her by the hand. “I may not be ready. You may be right about me. I know for one thing I’m in way over my head. I’ve been in over my head for the entirety of this relationship. But I know that there’s no one I would rather be with. Rich or poor, I’d love to spend the rest of eternity with you. I don’t know how to flip burgers. I don’t know how to be a father. But if you give me the chance, I’ll do my damnedest to try,” he announced.

  “Jackson, you can’t mean… you can’t possibly,” Svetlana stammered, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

  “I mean it. If it means losing my stock in the company, then so be it. I want to be with you. I love you, Svetlana, with my whole heart. Will you… God, I know this is sudden, but will you marry me?” He blurted. He felt his own eyes grow moist with tears, and though he could vaguely hear Lina’s shrill shrieks, she all but fell into the background. Svetlana extended her hand, nodding her head mutely as Jackson moved to slip the ring on her finger. It was the perfect fit, though no one should have expected any less.

  “Of course I’ll marry you. I love you, Klaus loves you, god, my sister was pushing me to pursue you every time I saw her, up until…,” she paused, choking up in sobs. “At least I know I had her blessing,” she managed. Jackson smiled, rising to his feet and pulling Svetlana into his arms. For a moment, the entire world seemed to stand still. Their lips pressed together, not just as friends, and not even just as lovers. They kissed as future man and wife, for the entire office to see. Claps echoed all around them, and Jackson drew back, surprised to see his employees on the floor eagerly clapping their hands together and cheering.

  “Stop clapping! Stop clapping! Don’t you see what a fool he’s being!?” Lina screamed, silencing everyone. “This isn’t some fairy tale ending. He won’t live happily ever after with the frog princess. He’s losing his share in the company, he’s losing his position as your boss, and you’re clapping like a bunch of idiots. I could have helped this company rise to the top, I could have made it so that all of your paychecks doubled within a week,” she continued, on a tirade. As she fell silent, gasping for air, everyone watched Jackson with baited breath. He hesitated, looking uncertain of what to say. Svetlana gripped his hand, and he steeled himself to face his parents. However, before he could face them and apologize for not being the son he wanted, he was interrupted by a softer clapping than before. He wheeled around to face his parents, surprised to see the two smiling joyfully at the scene that had taken place before them. Jackson’s mother rushed forward, drawing Svetlana into her arms and gingerly stroking the younger woman’s hair.

  “Oh thank heavens, I knew my son had better taste than that monster of a woman,” she murmured. Lina’s eyes widened at her words, though the vibrant latina certainly wasn’t the only one in shock. Svetlana drew away from Jackson’s mother, staring at her with blatant confusion in her gaze.

  “You… didn’t want him to marry Lina?” Svetlana managed, looking between the older woman and her husband. The elder man simply watched the scene with a look of amusement, drawing a pair of cigars out of his pocket and offering one to his son. Jackson accepted it reluctantly, allowing his father to light the tobacco before taking a puff off it.

  “Oh, God, no. Lina was our last resort, really. Despite how much money we may have, and how much money she could have added to our company, we know money isn’t everything. We just thought Jackson needed a bit of a push to find someone to his actual tastes,” the eldest Wethers man said with a wry smile.

  “Exactly, darling, exactly. While we did frown upon his playboy lifestyle, we simply hoped Jackson could find someone he loved to settle down with. It was all a giant farce, I suppose you could say.” Jackson’s mother murmured. Jackson stared between the two, obviously in disbelief.

  “You… tricked me…?” He blurted, seeming on the verge of anger.

  “Oh, honey. Are you really going to try and be angry at us? You’re just upset that the tables were turned upon your little act,” his father said dismissively. Jackson looked imploringly at Svetlana, as if expecting some sort of backup. However, that backup never came. His assistant simply stared between the older couple before meeting Jackson’s gaze and erupting into laughter.

  Oh my god. Oh my god, your parents aren’t totally awful people,” she cackled, and the elder couple in the room chuckled along with her. “Aww, Jackson. They were just looking out for you. And the company, I suppose. But don’t you see? If this situation had never brought us together, we would have never fallen in love. You never would have asked me to marry you. You… you don’t regret it, do you?” She trailed off in an uncertain mutter, meeting the gaze of her future husband. He snorted, running a hand through his hair as he began to laugh as well.

  “I don’t regret it. I just can’t believe those two would do something so sneaky!” He blurted. He drew his mother into his arms, gesturing for his father to step forward as well. The older man seemed hesitant, but allowed himself to be pulled by Svetlana into the group hug. “So… you’re not taking my stock of the company?” Jackson grinned sheepishly as Svetlana quirked a brow at him.

  “Of course, we’re not cutting you off. We’re your parents, not monsters.” Jackson’s father quickly assured him.

  “You can’t be serious right now! You… all of you! This is some extravagant prank! There’s no way in hell I was the last resort choice,” Lina blurted with a shaking voice. Jackson blinked, as if just remembering she were still there. Truthfully, he had forgotten about her presence. He glanced over to her with a quirked brow, seeming to consider his words. Before he could come up with a polite way to ask her to leave, his mother cut him short.

  “Oh heavens, would you take the hint and leave already? We’re trying to have a family moment here,” Jackson’s mother stared down at her icily. Lina sputtered, desperate to argue the point. “Right now, girl! Before I have security haul you out! Or better yet, have my future daughter in law rip you a new one, again,” the elder woman barked out. Seeming to take the hint, Lina scrambled away, cursing under her breath as she slinked out of sight. Jackson watched her go, smiling in amusement.

  “You know, I almost feel bad for her,” he murmured. Svetlana slapped his arm, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

  “You can’t be serious,” she deadpanned.

  “I just said I almost feel bad for her! Not that I do,” he stammered out. Svetlana rolled her eyes, giving his shoulder a light shove. “Oh, come on baby, you know you’re the only one for me. I was going to give up my company share for you; doesn’t that mean something?” He pressed teasingly, and Svetlana smirked in response.

  “I’m not sure it counts if it was never really at risk, lover boy,” she hummed. He feigned an offended look, and his parents looked at the two before roared with laughter.

  “Oh, I have a feeling I’m going to like this one, Jackie. Now, come along. Send your workers home for the day. We’ll grab dinner and discuss the future a bit,” Jackson’s mother announced with her eyes wide and shining.

  “The future?” Jackson repeated, quirking a brow as his parents led his bride to be and himself out of the office building. Svetlana drew out her tablet, presumably to scrawl out a message for everyone to take the rest of the day off. As they stepped out the door of the offi
ce building, uproarious cheers throughout the floor indicated that the message was well received.

  “Oh, well, of course honey. We have a wedding to plan. Then there’s also the matter of grandchildren,” the elder Wethers woman murmured, winking teasingly at Svetlana. The blonde met the older woman’s expression with a wry grin of her own, glancing at Jackson and winking.

  “Well, I think we’re way ahead of you on that front, Mumsie,” she teased. The elder woman’s eyes widened, and Jackson cackled as he and Svetlana jogged ahead, leaving the elder Wethers male to take care of his swooning wife.

  Once they were far enough away to have a moment of silence to themselves, the two grabbed each other in an embrace. Jackson kissed his bride to be tenderly, tangling a hand in her long golden locks. Moments later, he drew away, a mildly concerned expression on his face.

  “You… did mean Klaus, didn’t you?” He cocked his head to the side. Svetlana smiled, looping her fingers around his tie and pulling him along behind her.

  “For now.”

  Chapter Ten

  Jackson snoozed peacefully, his arm draped across his eyes as a warm body shifted beside him in his king-sized bed. He rumbled contently, rolling over to grip the woman he loved in his arms. He was startled to find a much smaller figure, and his eyes popped open to see Klaus staring at him head on. He gave a startled little jump, clutching his chest as the young boy jumped up and down on the bed.

  “Heavens, son, what has got you all excited?” Jackson mumbled, looking in the immediate area for his wife. She wasn’t in bed, the shower wasn’t running, but the tantalizing scent of pancakes wafted through the open bedroom door.

  “Mama said it was take-your-son-to-work day,” Klaus blurted, rising on his feet and jumping up and down full force. Jackson groaned under his breath, glancing at the clock and cursing the fact that he’d been woken well before the alarm was due to go off. “She said I should come wake you up. Something about you being a lazy bum and trying to put off the work day,” Klaus continued, as he idly bounced up and down. Jackson quirked a brow, sitting upright and considering the young boy. He bared his teeth, lunging towards the child who had dared to disturb his rest. Klaus screamed as he was captured in Jackson’s grip, his squeals giving way to loud peals of laughter as Jackson tickled him relentlessly.

  “And you listen to her over me? You should know better than to drag me out of hibernation! Now, you must suffer!” Jackson roared, pinning Klaus to the bed and tickling his sides. The young boy managed to scramble away, nearly falling out of bed before Jackson caught him. “Seriously, son. Go tell your mom I’ll be ready for work soon. I have to get a shower, find something to wear, get you dressed…,” he trailed off as Klaus offered him an indignant look.

  “I am dressed, dad,” he insisted, gesturing to the vibrant green t-rex shirt he wore with a pair of matching dinosaur pajama bottoms. “I’m dressed for business! I’m gonna be a fun boss, unlike you and mom,” the young boy grinned, bouncing away from the bed and towards the door. “Mom also told me to tell you that she laid your clothes out in the bathroom. See you at breakfast!” Klaus called, slipping out of the room. He sang loudly and out of key as he descended the stairs, some awful made up ditty about take your child to work day. Jackson could have killed the person who’d come up with such a day for his place of work, but mused he would then be a widow. He chuckled to himself as he slipped out of bed, grabbing a quick shower and getting dressed before meeting the rest of his small family at the dining room table. Klaus was stuffing piles of hotcakes into his mouth, and Svetlana rose from the table to greet Jackson with a tender kiss. Klaus pretended to gag between his bites of pancakes, nearly choking in the process.

  “Easy, easy,” Jackson chuckled, thumping the young boy on the back.

  “He takes after you. Both of you eat like pigs,” Svetlana teased, moving to her own breakfast of scrambled eggs. Jackson and Klaus exchanged a look before turning to Svetlana and loudly oinking like pigs. They continued until she erupted into giggles, holding her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright! I get it. No wonder this place seems like a pigsty,” she grinned. The three fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying their breakfast until Svetlana’s phone began to chime. She drew it out of her pocket, swiping the screen to read the message. “Ugh. Melissa says the office is already in crisis mode. Looks like you’ll be getting an early start as future boss of daddy’s business,” she hummed.

  “Mommy and daddy’s business. You hold just as much of a share as I do at this point,” Jackson murmured, rising to his feet and putting their dishes in the dishwasher.

  “Who is Melissa, mom?” Klaus inquired absently, already distracted with his own personal tablet; though he was more interested in racing games than organizational skills.

  “She’s your mom’s personal assistant. Like what your mom used to do for me,” Jackson grinned, nudging Svetlana in the side. “Here’s hoping we don’t have a repeat scenario,” he murmured under his breath, just loudly enough for Svetlana to hear. She rolled her eyes, chuckling under her breath before shifting away from the table.

  “Alright boys, get your bags. Klaus, is that what you’re wearing? I told your father to get you dressed,” she whined.

  “He said he wants to be a fun boss,” Jackson retorted. Klaus smiled proudly, hesitating for a moment before grabbing a small blanket off the couch before they slipped out the door.

  “I think a fun boss would wear a cape,” he declared, tying the blanket around himself. Jackson and Svetlana exchanged a look, and as Jackson fastened the young boy in the back seat, Svetlana slipped into the driver’s seat.

  “That’s your son” Svetlana said drolly.

  Jackson chuckled before tousling Klaus’ hair. “What? You don’t want to claim him? He’s your son too,” Jackson riposted.

  Klaus bubbled with amused laughter as the older man got in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt. Within moments, they were going down the highway towards the office building where their story began.

  As Svetlana pulled into the parking lot, Jackson wasn’t awfully surprised to see her young, blonde assistant waiting for them. Svetlana breathed a sigh, slipping out of the car and approaching the younger woman.

  “What does mom do here? I know she used to be your assistant, but she seems to do a lot more, now,” Klaus murmured, causing Jackson to give pause as he made to unfasten his seatbelt. The older man smiled genuinely, looking in the direction Svetlana had gone.

  “When we got married, it didn’t feel right for your mother to be my assistant anymore. She could offer the company a lot more. Now, she runs things alongside of me, and profits have never been higher,” he hummed, opening Klaus’s door and allowing the young boy to hop out. The two circled around the car, with the young boy gripping his father figure’s hand tightly.

  “Melissa, honey, I got here as quickly as I could. You know we agreed that I could bring Klaus in today, to show him around a bit. He’s eager to take his place as future head of company, and it’s never too soon to get a head start on business know how,” Svetlana explained exasperatedly as the two males stepped up behind her. The younger blonde assistant fretted, looking over her tablet before seeming to notice Klaus. Her expression brightened, and she crouched in front of the young boy to get a better look at him.

  “Oh, Svetlana! This is little Klaus? He’s such a handsome little boy,” she cooed, and Klaus reddened in embarrassed delight. Svetlana cleared her throat, and Melissa rightened herself.

  “Yes, that’s the man of the hour. He’ll be in the office with Jackson and I for most of the day, so I trust you won’t mind helping keep an eye on things,” Svetlana gave her an alert gaze. Melissa smiled, saluting awkwardly before seeming to realize that was a foolish gesture. She awkwardly dropped her hand to her side, smiling nervously at her bosses.

  “Of course. Anything for you, Miss Wethers. I’ll go fetch coffee for Mr. Wethers and yourself, and maybe a carton of milk for my future boss…?” She trai
led off, obviously eager to please. Jackson chuckled, resting a hand on the younger woman’s shoulder.

  “Relax. She won’t bite your head off. She saves her really hissy fits for when she’s home alone with me,” he grinned. Svetlana snorted, hiding a smile behind her hand. Melissa gave a reinforced smile and nodded before shuffling away. They watched her go, and as they made to follow, Klaus reached out to take Jackson by the hand.

  “Dad… when I’m in charge, I’ll get an assistant like her, right?” The young boy inquired. Jackson hesitated before nodding. “Great. I want one just like her,” Klaus asserted with adoration in his eyes. Svetlana rolled her eyes in exasperation as Jackson erupted in laughter.

  “Like father, like son,” she muttered, leading them to the office. Jackson couldn’t argue that fact, but then again…

  He wouldn’t have it any other way.

  *****

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  MATTHEW

  When I first lay eyes upon Claire Barkley, I never could have imagined we would become friends. That day I heard her complaining about her bad luck in the bar, I certainly didn’t expect to go out of my way to help her out. Helping women isn’t really the name of my game; more so helping myself to their bodies. However, in spite of my disdain for the fairer sex, there’s something about playing pretend that sets a fire alight inside of me. Love? Nah. But we’ll have fun.