The story of a rich CEO who fell hard with his contract wife and now she is the only way to get to him
Chapter 1 Fiery Frost's Ultimatum
'I want her..." I muttered under my breath, trying to control myself from exploding-grabbing her, drawing her into my arms, and covering her small lips with the whole of mine.
"Damn," I swore even harder as I watched Cassandra Thomas flip her long, dark hair over her shoulder and gather it into a ponytail. Her slender fingers moved so effortlessly, yet all I could focus on was how incredibly beautiful she was.
She was driving me insane.
"Brian Frost! Get a grip. She's just your employee," I scolded myself, shaking off the thoughts as I strode past the cubicles of the Research and Development department.
I reached my office and collapsed into my chair, but my mind refused to leave Cassandra Thomas and the thoughts of her filled my head-her smile, the way she bit her lip in concentration, the way her laughter rang through the air like music.
A small smile crept to the corner of my lips before the voice of my secretary, Jones, interrupted my thoughts.
"Sir, your grandmother is on her way up."
My body went rigid. "What?"
A shiver ran down my spine. Bridget Frost was not just any grandmother-she was the Bridget Frost, the fierce, legendary woman who built the Frost Group from the ground up. What had once been a small, family-run diner turned, under her rule, into a global empire spanning food processing, production, and countless Michelin-starred restaurants.After she lost my grandfather to the cold hands of death, she invested her whole being and existence into the diner, which is now the wide and popular Frost Group.
In the business world, my grandmother was a force to reckon with and she was popularly called Fiery Frost because she was a fierce and worthy opponent that you do not want to cross.
And if she was coming here unannounced, I already knew why.
Marriage!!!!!!!!!!!
She had been hounding me about it ever since I turned twenty-four earlier this year, and I had a feeling today would be no different.
"According to the news, she's already in the building," Jones added, as if trying to brace me for her impact.
"Geez, not today, Fiery Frost," I muttered under my breath.
"Tell her I'm in a meeting," I instructed, grabbing my jacket and preparing to make a quick escape. But before I could take a step, the very air in the room seemed to shift.
I looked up, and there she was.
Bridget Frost stood in the doorway, regal as ever in a fitted black dress, pearls resting against her throat, her signature hairstyle perfectly styled.
"Damn," I swore again, but this time under my breath.
"Hello, to my babyboo" My grandmother's sweet, yet fierce voice came booming out putting smiles across my face
"My favorite granny" I replied going into her arms to receive the sweetest hug ever.
"How's work going?" she asked
"Fair enough" I replied, wondering where this unnecessary sweetness was leading to.
"Of course, it has to be fair since that's all you spend your time and energy on" she said, the sweet smile on her face not shaking at all.
I wonder how she does it.
I smiled and looked into her deep ocean blue eyes, this woman mesmerizes me day and night and my respect for her is immeasurable.
"Maybe when I find someome like you, I will get married" I replied smiling sweetly back at her.
"Brian Frost!!!!" Bridget Frost narrowed her sharp blue eyes at me, her smile unwavering but her gaze filled with that calculating look she always had when she was about to drop a bombshell.
"Brian Frost," she repeated, folding her arms. "Do you think I don't know your tricks? Flattery won't save you today."
I sighed, sinking into my chair. "Granny, please, can we not do this now?"
She gracefully took a seat across from me, crossing her legs with elegance. "Oh, but we must, darling. You see, I have grown tired of waiting for you to come to your senses."
I frowned. "What does that mean?"
She reached into her expensive designer handbag and pulled out a neatly sealed envelope, sliding it across my desk.
"What's this?" I asked, eyeing it warily.
"Profiles," she said simply.
"Profiles?" I echoed.
"Yes," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Of eligible women. Smart, beautiful, and from good families. You know, the kind of woman a Frost should marry."
I let out a short laugh, rubbing my temples. "You're matchmaking me?"
She raised a perfectly arched brow. "You say that as if it's a bad thing. If you refuse to find a woman for yourself, then I'll do it for you."
I groaned, leaning back in my chair. "Granny, come on, I-"
"No arguments." She cut me off, raising her right hand. "I'll give you one month to go through those profiles and select someone. If you don't, I will choose for you."
I stared at her in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
She stood up and patted my cheek affectionately. "Oh, my dear boy, I have never been more serious."
And just like that, she adjusted her dress, as if trying to keep her elegance in place. She turned on her heels and walked out, leaving me speechless.
One month?
My eyes flickered to the envelope on my desk, but instead of opening it, my mind went back to Cassandra Thomas-the way her hair shimmered under the office lights, the way her lips curved when she was lost in thought.
Damn it.
There was no way I was letting my grandmother pick a wife for me. And there was no way I was getting married to just any wan out there.
But is one month not to short to find a wife????????
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