Say Yes Mr President BxB

Chapter 1: The Proposal

Ella Anderson adjusted her skirt nervously as she walked into the towering Kingston Corporation headquarters. The sheer size of the glass building screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to her simple life. She glanced down at her scuffed heels, wishing she'd invested in new ones for today. But rent and groceries had left little room for luxuries.

She took a shaky breath as she stepped into the elevator, clutching her resume like a lifeline. Her job as an administrative assistant was mundane, but it paid the bills. Yet nothing could have prepared her for the storm awaiting her on the top floor.

The elevator dinged. The air shifted the moment she stepped into the office of Enzo Kingston, her enigmatic boss. He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, his piercing green eyes fixed on her. His presence was magnetic, and at 7 feet tall, with an athletic build and a tattoo peeking from under his crisp collar, he was every bit as intimidating as the rumors suggested.

"Miss Anderson," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

"Yes, sir?" she stammered, hoping her nervousness didn't show.

"I need a wife."

Ella blinked, sure she'd misheard him. "Excuse me?"

Enzo leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as if challenging her to question him. "I said I need a wife. And I want you to marry me."

Her world tilted. She clutched the edge of the desk to steady herself.

"You're joking," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't joke, Miss Anderson," he replied coldly, his tone devoid of emotion. "This isn't about love. It's a business arrangement. You marry me, and in return, you'll be compensated generously."

Her mind raced. She thought back to that night, the night that changed everything.

One Month Earlier

The company gala had been extravagant. Ella had been assigned to oversee the event, ensuring every detail was perfect. Enzo rarely attended these events, but that night, he had shown up, exuding power and detachment.

What no one else saw was the moment he stumbled into the empty lounge, his normally composed demeanor shattered.

"Mr. Kingston?" Ella had called out hesitantly.

His gaze met hers, hazy and unfocused. "Leave."

She hesitated. Something was wrong. He was too pale, too unlike himself.

"You don't look well," she said softly, ignoring his glare.

"I said, leave," he growled, but his legs buckled before he could finish.

Instinctively, she rushed to his side, catching him before he fell. His body was warm, his breaths ragged.

"Someone... spiked my drink," he muttered.

Her heart raced. She knew she should call security, but the vulnerable way he looked at her stopped her. Against her better judgment, she helped him to a nearby suite.

What happened next was a blur, a series of moments she couldn't forget even if she tried. The heat of his touch, the way he whispered her name, the magnetic pull she hadn't been able to resist.

The morning after, he had left without a word, and Ella convinced herself it was just a mistake, a one-time lapse in judgment.

Present Day

Now, standing in his office, the weight of his proposal felt suffocating.

"Why me?" she asked finally, her voice trembling.

Enzo's expression remained unreadable. "You're discreet, loyal, and unremarkable."

Unremarkable. The word stung more than she cared to admit.

Before she could respond, he stood, towering over her. "Think it over. You have 48 hours to decide."