The Plan

Justin Martínez POV

"Sir, we have a problem." Noah, my personal assistant, spoke through my office phone and the blonde chick stopped in the midst of the blowjob.

"Can it wait?" I questioned over the phone and I nodded to the blonde to continue.

She smirked at me before she continued, once more and I relaxed in my chair while trying to enjoy the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

"It is quite important sir, regarding your family's bank."

The blonde... I couldn't recall the employee's name at the disturbing moment, but she slowly stood up before me, "Fine." I responded to Noah over the phone, "Give me five minutes."

"Okay, sir." He confirmed.

"Does that mean I should go, babe?" The blonde smiled, twirling a loose strand of her hair as her eyes remained on me.

I buckled my pants while checking her out for the second time of the day. She's puny and was definitely not my type of woman, but she seems to be good in bed, as far as my cock could see, seconds ago.

"Get out of my face..." I straightened my tie, "before you lose your job."

"Didn't I please you or something, babe?" I almost laughed hearing those words. "Pleased me?" I gestured a hand towards her, "Well, you tried." I admitted and she seemed ashamed as she glanced down at her feet.

"And for my sake, stop calling me babe." I demanded with my eyes pasted on her, "I am not..." She suddenly decided to cut me off.

I damn well hate it when people interrupt me whenever I'm speaking and everyone who knows me, also knows that, so I will have to fire her later, "But, you said..."

"Get out of my office." I raised my voice, my eyes narrowing at her presence. She straightened her clothes before she quickly exited my office, closing the door behind her.

I swiveled my chair around, gazing out at the towering skyscrapers beyond the glass curtain wall of my office. The silence enveloped the room until a firm knock on the doors interrupted my thoughts. "Come in." I responded, turning my attention back to the entrance and Noah entered, clutching a clipboard of papers in his hands.

"Sir, you received a report from your family's bank, stating that you no longer have access to your bank accounts, credit cards and regarding your other bank, you can still access your savings..." He began, but I swiftly interjected.

"Come again?" Without hesitation, he handed me the clipboard he had been holding. I scanned each word on the papers from the clipboard, then I remembered what that Mother of mine had told me.

"Dammit!" I grumbled when I realized my 25th birthday has already passed. I threw the papers onto my desk as I stood up from my chair and I retrieved my personal phone from my shirt, underneath my jacket.

Then I dialed that woman's number and I called her up while gripping my phone, irritatingly.

She answered, "I was just about to call you, son."

"I don't have access to the family's bank and I don't even have to ponder why." I informed her over my phone as I stood behind my chair.

"I have been waiting for this day to come, my dear son." She said, merrily.

"I'm not ready for marriage, but I need to get access to my darn money, that bank contains all my main accounts." I declared, slamming my empty hand against the headrest of my chair, "I have my businesses to conduct and a life too, if you have forgotten."

"Your father and I, both got married in our 20s, son." She reminded me, "You need to get married to properly have kids with your wife, so your children can carry out the family's generation in your name and business."

Meanwhile, I motioned Noah to take a seat, and he silently sat down in a chair before my desk, "This is the reason you have Harden and Stephanie." I turned around to look outside the building, "I am not interested in marriage right now or any moment in life."

I'm a millionaire who once shined as a superstar in a romance film in Havana when I was just twenty-two. Now, I own over twenty Martínez fashion and design industries worldwide, serving as the CEO of my main company right here in New York City, which used to be my father's.

I have a big bro named Harden and a little sister, Stephanie. Harden is twenty-seven, I'm currently twenty-five and Stephanie is nineteen. Harden is a surgeon living in California, while Stephanie resides in this city with our mother, Sonia.

We used to have an older sister who was Harden's twin, but she tragically passed away about three years ago along with our father. Ever since then, the media has painted me as a ruthless bachelor and that's the image I carry to this day.

Before my father's passing, I made a promise to him that I would marry at the same age he did with my mother. But now, I can't access my accounts until I commit to marriage, all because of a silly contract my mother signed with my father in terms of our family bank. His last words to me were, "Find love, trust, and cherish life."

"Harden is happily married and he's waiting for his wife to have kids now." Sonia, my Mother, knocked me out of my thoughts, "Stephanie is still in college and the same tradition will be applied to her as well, whenever the time comes."

Harden is secretly pending on a divorce with his wife at the moment and he claims he wasn't ready for the marriage. They both have been married for a year or two now and Harden has been cheating on her ever since the wedding night had passed.

Our Mother thinks wedding vows are everything in a person's life and she takes marriage quite seriously since it's a 'tradition of our ancestors', according to her.

"This is absolutely irrelevant." I told her as I touched my left temple in annoyance, "I can't just immediately, yet randomly get married to a woman and let her bear my damn kids just to carry out a stupid family tradition." I refused to accept the nonsense she claims, "It's not the 80s!"

"You can marry Teresa." She suddenly suggested.

"She had a crush on you since you both were kids and I once heard a rumor over the media that you both were dating." She continued, "Plus, her family is wealthy and she's beyond perfect from the other girls I see you go out with, in the magazines."

Teresa has been my mystery girlfriend since high school, but we broke up about five years ago. We used to be the King and Queen of our own fantasy world, but I couldn't stand to see her anymore after I discovered what she had done. So, I had to remove her from my luxurious lifestyle.

After Teresa, I haven't been able to find interest in any other woman, so I became the biggest heartbreaker in the media, including celebrity magazines. The world has always seen me as a womanizer and I didn't give a fuck in the past, so why should I...

I suddenly received an idea, realizing Noah was staring at me, continuously and I chuckled my way out of the annoyance. I can only get access to my accounts if I get married. The whole world will know and this mother of mine would finally stop annoying me about marriage.

So, I just need to find a woman of my choice and pay her a million dollars or two, to get married to me for a limited time then I'll fake a break-up to simulate a divorce.

I would have to show Sonia how 'heartbroken' I would be when my wife suddenly cheated on me or some shit. I know she would be quite pitiful and I might just receive full access to all my accounts by that time.

Then I wouldn't have to care about what happens afterwards to my ex-wife when the divorce is filed, after getting some sexual intercourse in bed, of course.

I smirked, hearing, "Justin, are you even listening to me?"

"I'll only tie the knot if it's the woman I choose and I've already found the perfect girl," I proposed a lie. Noah raised an eyebrow, questioning my words and silence fell over the phone.

"So, why haven't I met this woman, son?" She seemed skeptical.

"You don't need to know her. I know her and that's all that matters." I said, almost chuckling, "You'll meet her on my wedding day, just one week from now." I touched my jaw as I glanced at my desk.

"And after the wedding, I'll personally introduce her to you and the rest of the family, but only when I'm ready." I declared, checking my calendar quickly.

"Justin, I'm not comfortable with where this is heading." She admitted, sounding worried and I let out a laugh.

"You wanted me to get married and that's exactly what I am going to do." I bluntly recalled, "My father would've wanted the same, so you don't have to like anything which is happening in my life now or never, Sonia."

With that I hung up, "Sir?"

I turned my attention to Noah, "What are you going to do?" Noah questioned the situation and I loosened my tie, saying, "I am going to find myself a wife and just to gain access to my bank accounts, once again."

He sighed, "I hope you find the right woman for this plan of yours, sir."

"That's why I have you as my personal assistant, Noah." I settled in my chair and he stood up before my desk with a nod, "Now do an analysis for the perfect wife and don't waste my damn time."

"Yes, sir." He spoke, immediately.

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"Do you all understand?" I asked, looking around at the conference table and the listeners nodded in understanding.

Standing up, I buttoned my jacket, which was part of my suit and left the conference room. Noah was close behind, by the time I reached the nearest elevator.

"Sir, there's an issue which you need to address." Noah said, handing me a list of papers in the hallway.

Realizing that the list contained the names of employees who weren't contributing much to improving the company's policy, including those who still owed money to my Father for business loans, I looked up from the papers in my hands.

"I want to see these workers in my office by midday.” I ordered, "And I will personally pay a visit to the employees who still haven't paid their loans due to the respects of my Father's death, afterwards." I decided, returning the papers to him.

He nods.

"I will be in my office, waiting." I checked the time on my watch and he nodded, once more. He walked away with the papers and I returned to my office, instead of leaving the building.

As I was sitting at my desk in my office, I searched through the available photos of specific unmarried women on my desktop, to see if I could find the perfect woman to be my wife.

However, I couldn't seem to find any favorable preferences, they all appeared to be nothing but forged art pieces compared to my kind of women. Some seemed too unadorned... Too decrepit... Too tedious... Too studious... Too unfashionable... Too much plastic surgery... Too much of everything.

Just not good enough for the likes of me, so I'm clearly wasting my time.

I slammed my hands onto my desk before I stood up and I found my car keys in my pocket. Then I stormed out of my office and into the nearest elevator. I didn't care much about the worried or scared gaze I was receiving from the nearby workers as I exited the elevator.

Never once have I decided to take interest in anyone's concerns ever since my Father and older sister died. I only desire success within my businesses and wealth; those are the only two things that matters the most to me.

I need a drink or two...