Call Me Husband

"Well, um, I need to ask, if I pretend to be your wife, will you take advantage of me?" Mark, fearing what Alex might do, asked cautiously.

Alex didn't respond verbally; instead, he smirked. With a swift pull, he yanked Mark into his arms.

Mark's eyes widened in shock, silently cursing as he found himself seated on Alex's lap.

"What are you doing? Let go of me."

Mark, flustered, tried to get up, but Alex's quick reflexes had him pinned by the waist.

"Though I won't force you into anything, we need to get used to some basic intimacy. Otherwise, it'll look suspicious, don't you think?"

Alex explained, tightening his grip on Mark's waist, preventing him from moving.

Mark's anger subsided a bit after hearing the explanation, though he still complained, "Couldn't you at least warn me first?"

Anyone would be startled by suddenly being pulled onto someone's lap! Mark grew more irritated, but thinking about the 1.2 billion, he decided to tolerate it.

"I'll play the role of your wife for the money, but you can't force me into anything I don't want."

Mark sternly warned Alex, momentarily forgetting to get off his lap.

"Then, dear wife, tell me what you don't like and what counts as forcing."

Alex's smile was smug as he lifted his hand to caress Mark's face.

Mark's face turned beet red, like a cooked shrimp. "Who are you calling wife? Stop that!"

Is this man insane? And he says it so naturally.

"We need to practice to avoid slipping up, right?"

"I've never even had a girlfriend or held a girl's hand, and you want me to call you husband right off the bat? How can I accept that?"

Mark protested, annoyed.

Alex raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh~ never had a girlfriend?"

"I'm still young. Isn't that normal?"

Mark replied, slightly annoyed. He went to school to study, not to date.

As his investigation had suggested, this little guy was pure and untouched, like a blank slate.

Alex's good mood was evident.

"Are you mocking me?"

Mark was furious and frustrated.

Alex didn't continue the topic. Instead, he held Mark's waist and coaxed, "Come on, call me husband."

Mark was stunned, then wrapped his arms around himself, shouting, "I'm not crazy! Who wants to call you husband? That's disgusting."

"Then I suppose you don't want the money?" Alex smirked.

"I do! Who said I don't?"

Mark, panicking, grabbed Alex's collar, fearing he'd back out.

Alex wasn't angry, his smile broadening, "Then call me husband."

"No."

Mark's stance was firm.

Alex pretended to be disappointed, shrugging, "Then I'll have to find someone else, someone obedient."

Mark's body shook, realizing he might lose the opportunity.

Damn, this man is doing this on purpose!

Mark was frustrated, anger boiling inside. But giving the money to someone else would hurt too much.

Calling him husband won't kill me, right? Just this once.

Mark took a deep breath, reluctantly looked at Alex, and stiffly said, "Husband, satisfied?"

Immediately after, Mark wanted to bite his tongue off, feeling goosebumps all over.

Damn it, I'd rather die.

Mark covered his burning face, biting his lip in shame.

Alex was only joking, not expecting Mark to actually call him husband, but the way Mark said it amused him greatly.

He had heard that Mark had an interesting personality, but this was beyond his expectations.

What am I going to do with you, my lovely wife?

Alex lifted Mark's chin, his smile broadening as if plotting something sinister.

What's with this guy? Holding my chin and smiling without saying anything.

Mark frowned, displeasure evident on his face.

He swatted Alex's hand away, his voice unfriendly, "I've agreed to pretend to be your wife. Now let the bride's parents go."

"Of course."

Alex wasn't angry at having his hand swatted away. Calmly, he took out the check from before, filled it with ten million, and handed it to Mark.

Mark, stunned, took the check and counted the zeros with his fingers.

My God, it's really ten million! My parents couldn't earn this much in their entire lives.

Watching Mark count the money, Alex found it a bit rude but also amusing, leaning back on the sofa with interest. He even squeezed Mark's waist again.

He's thin, but not bad. Fatten him up a bit, and he'll be useful.

Alex's hand moved higher, becoming more audacious.

"You're taking liberties!"

Mark slapped Alex's wandering hand, glaring at him fiercely, but didn't forget to pocket the check, patting it as if afraid it might fall out—after all, it was a significant fortune.

"Stop touching my waist."

Alex's hand was back on Mark's waist, driving him mad. He used all his strength to slap Alex's hand away.

Alex's hand bore a red mark, but he wasn't angry, still watching Mark with amusement, his mood evidently good.

Mark felt uneasy under his gaze, instinctively withdrawing his arms, feeling a chill.

This man can't be gay, can he?

Damn, he must be. Otherwise, why would he pull me to marry him? No normal person would do this.

"Why did you choose me?" Mark questioned, considering there were many people, including beautiful women, at the wedding.

Alex didn't answer immediately, playing with a lock of Mark's hair. "Who knows? Maybe because you're cute."

Cute? Me?

I'm a guy! He must be blind.

Mark looked at Alex like he was crazy, scanning him up and down.

Alex noticed the disdain in Mark's eyes but found it amusing, continuing to play with his hair, even leaning in to sniff it.

"What are you doing?"

Mark tensed up, body stiffening as Alex's breath brushed his skin.

Alex didn't explain, instead, he kissed Mark's hair and whispered, "I've wanted to feel your hair. It's so soft, quite addictive."

Mark blinked, dumbfounded. What… does that mean?

He wanted to ask, but the door knocked, followed by a cold voice, "It's me."

"Come in!"

Alex's expression instantly changed from his previous smile to a cold one.

"Yes."

Howard, the secretary, opened the door and walked in briskly.

Seeing Mark on Alex's lap, Howard stared for a moment, expressionless.

Mark then realized he had been sitting on Alex's lap all this time, his eyes widening as he quickly moved to sit beside him.

Trying to mask his embarrassment, he grabbed a nearby glass of water, berating himself internally: Mark, you're insane! How did you not realize you were sitting on his lap for so long?

Damn it, money really does mess with people's minds. I was so focused on the money I forgot about everything else.

Mark wanted to die from shame, biting his lip in regret.

Alex felt it was a pity but said nothing, naturally wrapping his arm around Mark's waist and pulling him closer.

"What are you doing!"

Mark whispered angrily, clutching the water glass.

Alex smiled innocently, "You forgot your role, didn't you?"

Mark begrudgingly stayed quiet, letting himself be held, but internally cursing, You bastard, just wait. I'll take the money and run.

Standing opposite the sofa, Howard coldly stared at Alex's hand around Mark's waist, pushing his glasses up with a hint of resentment. As Alex's secretary, dealing with this mess naturally fell to him.