Author's Note: This is something that I'm playing with. I hope you all enjoy. I don't own anyone except the OC characters.
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He stood over six feet tall and had a muscular build. He had the bluest eyes one would ever seen and his look was nothing short of a model. He was beautiful, he was athletic and above all, he knew it.
Randy Keith Orton was a hot commodity. He was 25 years old, and the only child of very wealthy parents. He graduated from New York University with a degree in Business Administration and worked at his father's company. Bob Orton was the president and CEO of a very successful advertising agency, that had corporate clients such as Dove, Mitsubishi and others. Randy's mother, Marie, was an executive assistant to the company.
Being the only child gave Randy a lot of freedom and wealth. He had a vast array of luxury cars; wore the finest threads, and had more Louis Vuitton luggage that could rival Jessica Simpson.
His parents gave Randy whatever he wanted under the premise that he did not get into any trouble. For his part, Randy did not trouble his parents—at least in front of their faces. He was known all over Manhattan for getting out of arrests for drunken publicness and excessive speeding tickets. No one wanted to upset Bob Orton's boy.
And his reputation for being a playboy did precede him. Not one for settling down, Randy acquired as many "girlfriends" he could find. One night in the back of his BMW with another date, Randy estimated that he must have had at least 100 partners—and he wasn't even sure about that figure.
And they all needed to fit the same standard: tall, blonde, leggy, and petite. His friends often joked with him that he often dated the same girl—she just had a different name.
However, things were changing for the worse in a short period of time for heir apparent. Bob Orton was battling lung cancer and Randy temporarily took over Orton Advertising in his father's absence. Everyone was impressed with the smooth transition he made from not caring about the company to running it with exact precision and efficiency.
But when Bob died, everything was up in the air—including Randy's career at the company his father built. A week after the funeral, Randy met with his father's attorney, David Batista. He was going over the legalese for the will for Randy to understand. Although Randy was pretty smart in business affairs, he was notoriously known to have the attention span of a four-year-old boy.
"Are there any questions you want me to answer, Randy?" Dave asked.
Randy leaned back in the leather chair, smacking his gum. "Nah, man. I think I got it."
"Good. Oh, there's one more thing." Dave pulled out an envelope that was in his briefcase. "The good news is that you are heir apparent to the Orton throne. In thirty days, you will inherit a fortune of $100 million dollars."
"Why thirty days?"
Dave smiled. "Oh yeah, one slight thing…"
Randy stopped rocking in the chair and his face went blank. "What one slight thing?"
"You need to be married before those thirty days are up. If you fail to get married within 30 days from today's date, you will receive absolutely nothing." Dave closed his briefcase and handed Randy the will. "Have fun."
Randy's jaw fell to his feet. Is he kidding me? "Wait! Wait a damn minute! How am I supposed to find a wife within thirty days? That's impossible!"
Dave straightened his tie and shrugged. "That's your problem, now isn't it?" He then left the office.
Randy stood in his late father's office, staring at the will. Bob Orton outlined everything in plain English and clear for Randy to understand. He needed to be married to inherit the fortune and the advertising company. Furthermore, he needed to be married for at least five years and adultery on his part would be reasonable cause for the will to be null and void. Great, just great.
But Randy was in no mood to settle down, yet alone be married for five years. But he wasn't about to trade in his Abercrombie and Fitch for Wal-Mart threads, neither.
I guess it's time for me to find a wife.