Chapter 7 Give Us An Heir Soon

Amber felt her knees weak as his breath sprayed on her neck. The details of that crazy night sneaked into her head again.

Her face blushed almost dripping blood as she remembered how shamelessly she wrapped him with her legs begging him to take her again and again.

"You did impress me, Amber," Stefan smirked. "It's hard to believe that was your first time."

The teasing in his tone was like a tub of cold water pouring down, dousing all her desires. Amber finally found her voice back, "I was drugged."

“You should have expected that when you agreed to work in a place like that.” Stefan continued, "If I didn't happen to be your husband, have you ever thought about what would happen?"

"Or, you intended to hide it from the beginning," Stefan added.

Amber couldn't help but cringe as she sensed the coldness in his voice. "I didn't mean it."

“You'd better be.” Stefan sat back in his seat, "Did you take the pill after that?"

Amber was shocked, a slight panic etched on her face. What? What did he mean by saying that?

"We didn't take any precautions that night." Stefan said as he shrugged, "Though we're married now, I don't think we're ready for kids. I'm poor, you know," he added, closely watching Amber’s reaction.

His frankness was indeed surprising. Amber parted her lips, "Me too. I have already taken an emergency pill the next morning. I don’t plan to have a baby soon."Having a baby would make it harder for her to take care of her nephew, Chase.

Stefan should feel relieved but was a bit annoyed by her answer. It was clearly she who was stuck on him that night and the next day she was gone in a flash. He felt himself being used when he walked out of the bathroom and found he was left alone. And now, he was more sure about that when she proudly told him she had taken the emergency contraceptive pill and wasn’t interested in having a baby.

If she only knew women were begging to climb on his bed. Pulling his thoughts back, Stefan recovered his poker face and then threw her a file. "Wise choice. Sign this contract, then our marriage will only last a year."

"Contract? Only a year?" Amber was puzzled but soon was glad to realize it might mean she could be completely free after a year.

The joy on her face was so blinding that Stefan couldn't help but add, "Remember, this is a temporary arrangement though, it still comes with rules," he said sternly.

"Rules?" Amber raised an eyebrow, curious and somewhat uneasy.

Stefan continued with an air of authority, "Yes, rules. No love. No disgrace. No betrayal. And, remember, I make the decisions. I'm the only law in this marriage."

Amber's elation began to wane as the weight of his words settled in.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Her voice edged with disbelief hearing all the rules.

"No joke, Amber. A year, and then we go our separate ways," Stefan affirmed.

Amber felt a mix of emotions – relief, confusion, and a touch of disappointment. The terms were clear, with no fairy-tale ending; but Amber knew she had no better choice, whether for Chase's sake or her own.

"Fine," she said to express her agreement.

Stefan was a bit surprised that she would agree so readily. This Baldwin lady was quite different from the rumors. As per his research the heiress of the Baldwin was a gold-digger, Amber seems the opposite.

"Here we are," Stefan announced as the car approached the somewhat desolate residence. "This is our house."

"Our house?" Amber glanced at the house, a mix of surprise and uncertainty flickering across her face. An unkempt lawn surrounded an old house. It was hard to call it a livable house.

"Well, it could still be a cozy place with good remodeling. We just need to give it some love." Amber attempted to find some positive aspects.

Stefan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her optimism. "You really think so?"

Amber nodded, "Definitely. We can make it our own if we work together."

With a faint smile, Stefan handed her the keys. "Then how about you take charge of the remodeling?"

Amber accepted the keys, puzzled. "Just me? How about you?"

"I don't have that time. I need to go somewhere else," Stefan said before getting in the car again.

Amber stood alone in front of the house with a mixed heart. Although this marriage wasn't as tough as she thought it would be, the road ahead still seemed challenging. But she would never give up. Take it as a new job and after a year, she and Chase would both be free.

Meanwhile, on the drive to the club, Stefan's assistant, Norman, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Morgan, was it okay to leave the lady alone in such a desolate residence? It's not like you didn't have..."

Though in many people's eyes, Stefan was a loser. Norman knew exactly what his Boss could do. Who would have thought that the half-exiled son of the Morgan family would have his own commercial empire? He owns several mansions, penthouses and villas in and out of the country. The hidden assets in his name were already worth multi-billion dollars.

Stefan sneered. "Don't be fooled by a woman's appearance, Norman. The prettier the woman, the better she lies.“

Norman seemed to say more but the ringtone of Stefan’s phone interrupted their conversation. Glancing at the caller ID, Stefan answered, "Grandpa Logan."

The stern voice of an elderly man echoed from the other end of the line, "Stefan, why did you leave your bride alone?"

No need to ask to know that Grandpa must have sent someone to watch around his house. Stefan, leaning back in his seat, responded lazily, "Grandpa, I already married the Baldwin lady as you requested. I don't remember I had promised anything else."

Grandpa Logan huffed disapprovingly. "Stefan, don't play word games with me. You know why I request you to get married!"

Stefan didn't reply but looked out at the passing city lights. He was just as stubborn as his grandfather, and neither could convince the other.

”I am getting old, Stefan," The old man let out a long sigh. “There's not much time left for me to cover for you.“

”If you don't want the fruit of your parents to be eaten up by those jackals, give us an heir as soon as possible.”