“You will have to marry me and bear me a child.” “What the fuck?!” Logic flew out of the window when Grace heard him say that. “Excuse me, what did you just say?” Maybe, she was the one who had heard him wrong. It could have been anything except marrying him and giving him a child. “You heard me,” Christian tsked, “but I’ll repeat it. Marry me and have my child.” Her mouth opened and gaped at me. In her mind, she was trying to make sense about what was going on. How in the world had it come to be? What in the world could make the situation come to this?! “No?” Grace replied, but then realized that the word was not firm enough. “No.” she said again. Christian frowned, and it seemed so innocent like he had not asked her the most unbelievable thing. “Why not? I thought you wanted to help me. You offered.” “I offered my help, my brain, my support not my,” she hesitated, “stomach!” What was the word for it? “Womb,” he provided. “Yes!” She slapped her hand on the table. “You don’t get my womb!” “I don’t?” He challenged. “No!” “What if helping me out means Lorelai coming out of a coma?” Grace felt her heart drop. “What?” Christian nodded. “What if helping me out, agreeing to what you have to do for me, means bringing your grandmother out of the, that she is in?” ******** Grace was one strong girl and with the people she put her trust in, that was only a small number, she knew she could conquer the world, or at least she thought to herself. When her best friend proposed a deal that could change their lives, she made a decision that was going to be mutually beneficial to both of them. But one renovation led to many and everything has been just a game, a manipulation from him. Everything was full of deceit, lies, planning and plotting against her. Every single thing, right down the fact that only he had been her friend… Everything was a lie and she had been living it, willingly. Tropes; Friends to lovers, office romance, best friends, frenemies, marriage of convenience, possessive villainous and morally gray heroes!
The first thing that Grace noticed was how close they were sitting. She has been occupying the middle middle of the bench, keeping her bags on her side, which left him only a little bit of space given that he had gotten buffier.
She picked up her purse which was right by her side and slid a little further from him. Keeping the purse in her back, she continued, looking ahead, planning on not acknowledging him at all. But Christian knew how to get her talking, because he continued staring at her for an answer without any shame.
"What are you doing here?" She snapped. "Don't you have any work to do?"
"I have more important things to keep my focus on. Tell me, how do I uncomplicate it all for you?"
She scoffed. What more important thing could he find and to not focus on the company his grandfather had built and his father had carried on?
"Go back to work." She grunted.
"The day is over."
"Ceo's after work longer than anyone else."