Married To My Secretary

Chapter 9

Or so I hope.

"Okay, I want to clear this up, Mr. Centinelo," he clears his throat, and now if he looks at me, "Are you asking me to pretend to be your wife to have dinner with your family?" I think I'm still not explaining myself well.

"Not exactly," I get up from my place and walk around my desk slowly before I burst into her and say no, "I'm asking you to marry me, since my father didn't really believe that I got married and wants to see the marriage certificate."

I had never been so patient. I stop in front of her, she looks at me puzzled, I bring my face closer to hers taking my hands to both arms of the chair where she is sitting, it smells so good, and those eyes for God's sake, what do they have that attract me so much?

“Kate, it's only for dinner with my parents, then our lives continue. I'll double your salary”perhaps so if I agree.

And he looks at me again, speechless, well, I'd be the same if I had a boss who asked me to marry me, although I wouldn't say no.

“I don't know... it's just... “she stammers “What if they see me in this company some day.

“That's not a problem, my parents worked together in that company, my brother works with his wife in the printing press, you work here with me “I separate from her, being very close causes me a strange sensation, I walk towards my chair with my hands. Hands in the pockets of my gray pants “ it's perfect “ I turn to her and she immediately looks away to another place.

“But why not the redhead? Or any other girl here? “he speaks after a few seconds, like thinking about the matter.

God! Why do you ask so many questions? I hate questions. But hey, he's right to do them, this is not something they ask you every day. I sit in my beautiful swivel chair and look at her.

“Who? Andy? I laugh again, it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, “My mom would hate Andi just by looking at her and I can't risk asking this of anyone because they can sell the news to the media. Besides, I know my mother and she would like you.

“I don't know...

What the hell do you mean I don't know?

"Okay, I'll triple your salary," I interrupt, this is getting harder than I thought.

"How long would we be married?"

Good question.

“Six months minimum, then I'll say that we'll separate due to tight schedules or something else, I don't know but I'll come up with something without either of us getting hurt.

"And what else do I need to know?" Will I have to live with you? What more requirements would have to be met as his wife? Will I have to live with you? He looks at me, with those huge green eyes that I love, I smile, I know what he's thinking, no! of course I couldn't complicate my life with her if she has to be my wife for the next six months.

“Just dinner with my parents, then everyone continues with their normal life until the time is up. Look at it like this as a win”win business. I'll take the presidency and you with a well”paid job.

"And... will I continue to work here when we get divorced?"

“Of course, I don't see any problem, actually, it would be like a "mature" act, working together without being involved “I rest my elbows on my desk again.

"What happens if I don't accept?"

Shit, when I thought he had achieved it, he came out with this, it's obvious he would have to kill her because he already knows the secret, not literally, but he should tell her so she'll accept.

“Okay, I'll do it,” he says, great, I didn't have to say anything threatening. My face lights up, I feel enormous relief running through my body, I feel a huge weight lift off my shoulders, I'm about to laugh with excitement but I won't, not in front of her.

“Cool! But no one here can tell, okay? I stand up, I need a lawyer.

"As if I have time to have friends in this place," she snorts, I look at her with my eyebrows raised, I better not say anything, I take out my card and hand it to her.

"Here," I hand her the card and she looks at it curiously, "buy something for my parents' dinner." Then I settle with my bank.

"Oh no, I can't...

"I'll be back in a few hours, I'll talk to my lawyer," I interrupt, I can't wait to see what else he has to say, or to wait for him to regret it, I take my jacket and put it back on my forearm.

I get out of the office as fast as I can, I call Malcom, he's the only one who can help me with this.

“Malcom, leave the office, I'll wait for you in the parking lot, I need a lawyer and help me with some wedding rings.

“Said yes? I hear from the other line.

“Yes, hurry up before he regrets it.

Two minutes later Malcom runs out of the company talking on the phone, I'm already inside my car waiting for him, he gets in while he hangs up and puts his cell phone away.

“The lawyer thing is ready, agree to get married today and change the date for a few more dollars, I told him it had to be with the date of 7 weeks ago. It's okay?

"Perfect," I say, as I put the car in gear, "you told him that he's going to have to sign some papers to keep his mouth shut, right?"

“That is right, brother. And I know a jewelry store where a friend is the owner, she can help us with the rings.

“Friend? I smile. Of course friend.