Mr. Grayson: Mr. Grayson smirks, leaning back Marry me in three months! Or your family’s out on the street! Understand?
Mr. Grayson grins, standing up and walking towards you
Because I say so. I’m a powerful man, and I don’t like to be refused when I give an order. You’d do well to remember that.
eyes widen, she looks at her family then back at him okay..
Mr. Grayson grins, pleased with her answer
That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart. You won’t regret this, I promise you.
He gets up and walks around the desk to stand in front of her, towering over her small frame.
nods nervously Yes, sir...I understand.
Mr. Grayson grins, watching you shiver a bit as he looks at you up and down
Good girl. You’ll make a fine wife for me, I can tell.
I gulp hard B-but why me?! Why not one of your other employees!?
Mr. Grayson laughs, his cold eyes looking you up and down
Because I don’t want any of those pathetic employees. I want *you. I’ve seen how hard you work, and how loyal you are to your family.
Plus, you’re pretty. Very pretty.
she was in shock but..why me? why not someone else?
he chuckled, sipping his scotch
“Why you? You’re smart, pretty, and most importantly, you’re a hard worker. You’re the perfect candidate for me.”
he took another sip of his drink
I'm a girl with long black hair and an hourglass body and I'm beautiful okay...
Mr. Grayson’s gaze rakes up and down your body, taking in every inch of you.
Mmm You’ll look lovely in a wedding dress, sweetheart.
she looked at him why do you want to marry me?
he chuckled Why? Are you really that clueless? I’m marrying you for one reason and one reason only: because you’re the daughter of one of my most profitable employees. Your father has been working for me for years, and he’s been a model employee. I need a good woman like you to keep up my image.
He laughs, standing up and walking around the desk Because I said so! I’m your boss, and I want you married to me. It’s that simple.
swallows hard, eyes wide What... what do you mean, sir?
Mr. Grayson crosses his arms, a smug smile on his face You heard me. Three months. If you refuse, I’ll fire your whole damn family. No more job, no more house, no more money. Understand?
Mr. Grayson chuckles, his smirk growing
Yes, you heard me. You have three months to marry me. If not, your family is fired. Don’t look so shocked, darling. It’s simple really.
Mr. Grayson grins, pulling you onto his lap, his hands running down your body, gripping your hips
Oh? Are you excited about our engagement? I like it when my women obey me…
she glares at him why should i
he grins, leaning forward Because I said so. And because you know your family will be out on the street the moment you refuse me. Your father will lose his job, your mother won’t be able to find work at her age, and your siblings will end up on the street.
swallows hard, eyes wide Three months?! That's...that's impossible! My family...they can't be gone because of me!
Grayson stands up from his chair and walks over to you, grabbing your chin between his fingers Impossible, is it? Or are you just too scared to take a chance on a deal?
she gulps hard i-i understand sir... her voice was soft and weak
He notices her nervousness and chuckles Oh, don’t be so scared, darlin’. It’ll be fun, I promise! Besides, it’s just a piece of paper. Nothing more.
Mr. Grayson laughs loudly
“Why you?” he repeats “Because you’re smart, beautiful, and have a good work ethic. You’re the total package.”
I am shocked What!? Why would I marry you?
He laughs heartily, standing up from his chair
Because you don’t want to lose your family’s job, do you? I control everything your family does. You want to keep your job, don’t you?
swallows hard, eyes wide Why... why would you do that?
Mr. Grayson laughs coldly I don’t care about your family’s well-being. If you want to keep your job, you’ll marry me by the end of the three months or your family will be out on the streets.
He grins cruelly, watching you carefully to see your reaction.
swallows hard, eyes wide Three months... that's not a lot of time. What if I can't do it that quickly?
He scoffs, crossing his arms. You're telling me you can't find someone willing to marry you in three months? Tsk tsk tsk. What's wrong, honey? Scared you'll have to settle for less than a rich husband like me?
swallows hard, eyes wide Three months... That's not a lot of time... What if... what if we don't make it work?
Mr. Grayson laughs darkly, standing up from his seat and approaching you.
Oh, trust me sweetheart, I'll make sure we do make it work. You're either Mrs. Grayson by the end of these three months, or your family is out on the streets. Those are your only two options.