Plans to Marry Secretary

Dylan Alexander Valencius is a handsome 27-year-old man who is full of charisma and always has a neat appearance. He is a CEO and just got a new secretary after his old secretary resigned to get married. He sat on his oversized chair and looks at his secretary who is sitting on the couch with her eyes focused on her laptop. His blue eyes were constantly fixed on the beautiful and sexy secretary, while his hand was stroking his slightly hairy chin until a beautiful smile slowly appeared on his rather thick lips.

Dylan glanced at his cell phone which was on the milky white table in front of him, then took it and saw an incoming call from his mother, Annette.

"Hello, Mom," Dylan said.

"Dylan, have you found a beautiful girl to marry?" asked Annette.

"Not yet. I don't think there's a girl suitable for me to marry in this city. Most of the girls here are materialistic, possessive, dominant." Dylan exhaled harshly, then glanced at his secretary who was focused on work so she didn't care about him.

"Then let Mommy choose a girl for you. Like it or not, you have to accept this because mom doesn't want you to lose the chance to Get an inheritance from grandpa!" Annette said sounding firmer. "Mommy doesn't want it if Antonio finally gets the inheritance. You are more appropriate because you are the one who always cares about your grandfather."

Dylan paused, imagining his cousin named Antonio who was the son of his uncle who was not close enough to him. They even fight each other and compete in terms of business because they manage their respective parents' companies. The inheritance from their grandfather was quite tempting, with a company in New York and several assets in other cities. They could get this by getting married because their grandfather would not give the inheritance to a single grandson.

"Aunt Sarah's child is really beautiful, you know that ... Yesterday Mommy show her a photo of you and she said you were handsome. Maybe she can be your wife because she can be attracted to you even though she only looks at you from the photo!" Annette said, sounding enthusiastic, breaking Dylan's reverie so that he focused back on the phone.

"No, Mom. Don't look for a girl for me!" Dylan insisted.

"Why? Isn't it that you can't find the right girl for you to marry?"

"Yeah ... but that doesn't mean I want an arranged marriage!" Dylan reiterated with a curt look, imagining his mother's face. "Mommy just wait, as soon as I can bring my future wife to you!"

"Okay, but don't choose a Random wife candidate!" said Annette in a curt voice.

"Yeah, I know. I also wouldn't want to marry just any girl. I have good taste," Dylan said, then just hung up the phone because he didn't want to hear his mother's chatter continuously. The handsome man wearing a cream-colored suit glanced at his beautiful secretary again, and suddenly a strange image appeared in his brain. He imagined marrying the secretary, then getting the inheritance and maybe his life wouldn't be so empty either.

The secretary got up from the couch while carrying a file, then walked over to Dylan who was daydreaming while looking at her. The girl with long black hair and wearing a black short skirt combined with a white top even then felt strange felt something was wrong with her so the boss stared at her dreamily.

"Why does he keep looking at me all the time?" She thought, then sat down in the chair across from Dylan.

"Sir, we can go to the meeting now," she said slowly.

"Eh?" Dylan woke up from his reverie, then focused on looking at the secretary. "Abbie, I think we have to go to Ohio tomorrow."

"Ohio?" The secretary named Abbie frowned. "Why are we going there?"

"Umm ..." Dylan rolled his eyes as if thinking about how to make Abbie unable to refuse him.

"Sir?"

"Eh?" Dylan focused back on looking at Abbie. "We have to come to an important event. What is certain is that we have to stay."

"Staying in a hotel?" Abbie Ensure.

"Yeah, that's for sure." Dylan considered, looking at Abbie who was a bit worried after hearing his plan. "Are you afraid that your boyfriend will be angry because you are staying at the hotel with me? Even if we have different rooms?"

"Eh? I didn't think that far, Sir." Abbie shook her head with a scrunched-up face. "I don't have a boyfriend. You know ... I'm still new here, and I've only been working here for a month. There's no time to find a boyfriend."

Dylan put a smile on his lips, feeling a cool breeze after knowing that Abbie didn't have a boyfriend. The man is even more convinced to choose the girl as his wife, whether he will be able to love her or not, the important thing is he can marry her and get an inheritance from his grandfather.

"Sir?" Abbie looked at Dylan who was lost in thought again with a smile, making her think a little that her boss was going crazy.

"What's wrong with him?" She thought.

Dylan focused on Abbie again. "Okay, if you don't have a boyfriend, at least I'm not afraid of anyone being jealous."

"After all, if I have a boyfriend, he doesn't have to be jealous if I stay at a hotel with you, you're my boss," Abbie said with an innocent look.

"Yeah, but he'd be jealous if I kissed you," Dylan said with a smile, then stood up. "Let's go to the meeting," he continued, walking out of the room.

Abbie followed Dylan with carrying files and her bag. She walked following her boss with a strange feeling because previously mentioned kissing. So the girl imagined what if tomorrow her boss kissed her? Her thoughts started to wander, but she quickly shook her head and tried to regain her concentration.

***

Arriving at the office, Dylan opened the door for Abbie, invited her to come in then closed it again. After that, he immediately entered, then drove the black car out of the office area.

Abbie was just silent, occasionally glancing at Dylan who looked very handsome in neat clothes, making her think whether it was possible that a man as handsome as him didn't have a girlfriend, because so far she had never seen him post a photo of his girlfriend on his social media.

"When was the last time you had a date?" Dylan asked, breaking the silence.

"Eh? maybe two years ago when I was still in college, Sir," replied Abbie, a bit nervous.

"Then you've been single for a long time, huh?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm a bit traumatized to be dating again."

Dylan smiled faintly, occasionally glancing at Abbie while focusing on driving. "Why are you traumatized? Did you see your boyfriend cheating on you?"

"Yes, He cheated on me with a roommate," said Abbie, suddenly in a bad mood because she remembered her past.

"Hmm ... your boyfriend is stupid. He shouldn't have cheated on you because you are already beautiful, smart, kind. He should be grateful to have you," said Dylan, slowly starting to have the courage to praise Abbie. "If I were him, I would propose to you right away, ask you to marry instead of choosing a girl who wants to cheat on is a bad girl. She can't be trusted, and she can cheat too."

"Yes, but that's his choice," said Abbie with a clumsy smile while nodding her head, then glanced at the window.

"Oh, why did he say that? is he interested in me or what? Why did he say he would marry me if he was my boyfriend?" Abbie wondered to herself, feeling strange about Dylan's drastically changing attitude.

Dylan focused on driving, imagining how to make his mother not protest too much when he chose Abbie to marry him, he even had to think about how to make Abbie unable to refuse him. He doesn't know whether to do it with a seduction or a formal agreement that will make their relationship become like a contract marriage?