asset to the company. I have to say you’ve learned and
even taught well. However, you still lack one thing we all need in our
lives." Aidan Senior smiled and leaned back into the high back leather chair.
"You will inherit AIS, one hundred percent, after you’ve married and
conceived an heir to the Iverson family fortune within the first year of
marriage."
I baulked. Liam and Viola gasped, again.
"You have to be kidding me," Shouting,
I threw myself back into a chair.
"You will have temporary
custodianship of the company and money during the first year—along with the
board of directors. However, if you do not meet my conditions at the
given times, then the house and money will be dissolved and distributed. And
AIS will fall into the hands of the board." Aidan Senior’s face grew grave
and he raised his glass to the camera. After a long drink he slammed the glass
down and spoke again.
"Do me proud, my boy!" The
screen went blank.
Shock consumed me. Staring at the blank
screen, I didn’t know what to say, what to do. How could he put me, the
family, in this kind of position? Did he realize that the family could lose
everything he had built?
"Um…Aidan, we need to go over a few
details." Devlin interrupted my moment of shock. He headed back to the
mahogany desk.
"There’s more?" I asked,
incredulously, turning to look at Devlin.
"Well, it’s more just the fine details
to your grandfather’s conditions." Devlin looked over the top of a folder
he held in his hands. "You know that your grandfather was a stickler for
details." Devlin grinned.
"Yeah, I know." I growled.
Where sadness, worry and shock had knotted in my stomach, anger grew.
"Like grandson like
grandfather?" Devlin’s attempt at humor only helped to fuel the anger.
"Let’s get this over with," I
groaned. "Apparently, I’ll have to go out and propose to someone tonight."
Devlin began to read the specifics of my
conditions.
"Well, as you know, you need to be
married within a year from tomorrow." He looked up, meeting my eyes as I
rolled them. "Okay, well it must be a valid marriage. Meaning, it must be
equally joined into as well as consummated and monogamous. Infidelity will
immediately violate the terms." He cleared his throat.
"The…um…marriage has to last no less than four years."
For a moment I thought my eyes might pop
out of my head.
"Four years?" I shouted. Viola
placed her hand on my arm in an attempt to calm me.
Devlin cleared his throat again.
"The infidelity goes for both you
and your spouse." He took a deep breath. "Now, for the terms of the
child. Your heir should be conceived within the first year of marriage. Your
heir is to be a biological child, unless it is impossible, and must be given
the Iverson name." Devlin looked up, again.
"Is that it?" I grumbled.
He shook his head and I sighed.
"Living arrangements are as
follows: You will live in the same house with your spouse and child during the
four years of marriage and reside in the same bedroom for at least three nights
a week."
"Jesus Christ, did we want to
regulate how many times I am supposed to fuck her too? Did he pick her out
already?" My anger seething, I gripped the side of my chair to the point where
I thought I could snap it at any moment. I was ready to launch my fury on
Devlin.
"No, no, none of that," he breathed.
"I told you, your grandfather was all about the specifics."
"Yeah," I growled. "Is
that it? Can I go?"
"Aidan, if you have any questions then
now —"
"Oh, I don’t have any questions,
Devlin! It's pretty clear what a ridiculous arrangement he made." I shot
him a nasty glare.
"Aidan it’s not Devlin’s fault, so
control yourself," Viola spoke softly and rubbed my arm.
Standing abruptly, I left the room with
a slam of the large oak door behind me.
Chapter Three
First Date(s)
Aidan
"Holy shit! Are you kidding
me?" Dixon practically fell out of the old ratty recliner he loved.
Though, I wasn't sure if it was from shock or