Heather's POV

I sat in my office, reviewing papers. I believe that the meeting with Ms. Walter went well. Marshall spent most of his time at the bar, but he was just there for show anyways. As long as he didn't try to make a pass at Ms. Walter, everything should be fine. Knock. Knock. "Come in." I said. The door opened and Ms. Walter walked in.

"Hello Mrs. Abadeer. How are you?" She said, as she took a seat in front of my desk. "Very well thank you. I hope you've overlooked the agreement and have come to a decision." I said. "I have." Ms. Walter said. "Wonderful." I said. "And that decision is that we should not only work on this project together, but should merge. Both the business and our lives." She said. I was speechless and flummoxed. "W-what do you mean, Ms. Walter." I said. "I mean, we should become Abadeer and Walter Entertainment. And also for the deal, Marshall and I should wed." She said. "You're suggesting that we merge companies and I let you marry my son?" I said. "Yes. Heather, we both know Walter Entertainment is much more...prominent. And we also know that Walter Entertainment could easily take down NightOsphere." Ms. Walter said. "Are you threatening me?" I said. "I'm simply stating facts. I am the heiress to the company. My father has always been very lenient of competition. Not me. So, what do you say?"

Marshall's POV

I walked into work and sat down at my desk. As soon as I did, my mother called me into her office. I made my way up to her office and knocked on the door. "Come in." She said. I opened the door and saw her sitting at her desk, her hands cupped and on top of the shiny mahogany. I took a seat. "Yes, mother?" I said. "You...You are to marry Ms. Walter." She said. It sounded as if this pained her. "Marry her? Why?" I asked. "We plan to merge both companies. The marriage is part of the agreement." She said. "But why me?" I asked. Does she not care about my own happiness? I just want to be with Fionna, not some thirty something business woman. "Your my son and heir to the company. Now, please don't make things difficult." She said. "I don't want to marry her. I always thought you'd just let me find love and marry that person." I said. "Marshall, please don't." She sighed. "Please don't what? Protest against what you believe is "best"?" I said using air quotation marks when I said best. "Well then I guess also fine with giving up you're penthouse and car too." She snapped. "What?" I said. "Ms. Walter...she said if you don't marry her, she'll put us out of business. She could if she wanted. I know that. She knows that. I get you're having fun with that little blonde girl, but I need you to grow up. If you won't do it for me, do it for yourself." She said. Her eyes were watery. I've never seen her like this. Ever. "Fine. Fine, I'll do it. But one more question?" I said. "What?" She said. "How did you know about Fionna?" I asked. She chuckled and wiped her eyes. "I have my ways, son." She said. I left her office and walked back down to my desk. I have leave Fionna and marry Vanessa. My stomach was in knots and I put my head down and groaned. "Why?" I sighed. I grabbed my phone and texted Fionna.

"Let's go out for dinner. I need to talk to you." She replied back with, "Sure. Pick me up at 7." I want our last date to be perfect.

Fionna's POV

Marshall asked me out for dinner. He said he need to talk to me about something. I was hoping it was nothing serious. When I got home, Cake helped me pick out a dress for my date. A black one with spaghetti straps and that hugged my curves nicely. I combed my hair and put on a pair of black flats. I saw Marshall's car pull into my driveway at 7 o'clock. I grabbed my purse and walked outside. Marshall got out of his car and was wearing a black dress shirt with a silver blazer. "Hey Fi." He said as he opened my door for me. "Hey Marsh." I got in the car and he got in the driver's seat. "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked as I buckled up. "Uh...I'll tell you later. Okay?" He said. "Okay." He drove us to this expensive restaurant. He opened my door and extended his arm, which I linked with my own. We walked inside and the room was lit with beautiful lights. The carpet was velvet and the walls were sienna with pictures of movie stars and celebrities hanging on it.

"Bonjour, monsieur Abadeer. Your booth is ready." The receptionist said with a heavy french accent. "Thank you Pierre." Marshall said. He walked us to a red booth and I sat down. "This is beautiful Marshall." I said. In the center of the dining area was a large chandelier. "Anything for you Fi. Go ahead and look at the menu." Marshall said. "I'll have spaghetti and meatballs." I said after examining the menu. Marshall waved over a waiter to order. "Your usual Mr. Abadeer?" The waiter said. "Yes. And for the lady, spaghetti and meatballs." Marshall said. "Wonderful. Would you two like some wine?" He asked. "Yes. Red." I said snapping my menu closed. Marshall chuckled. "Same here." He said. Our food came back within twenty minutes. The spaghetti looked delicious. Marshall was brought a steak with a lobster tail. "Surf 'n' turf." Marshall grinned.

I sipped my wine and ate some spaghetti. "So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked. Marshall swallowed his food with a loud gulp. Then he finished off the rest of his wine. "More." He said pointing at his glass to a waiter. The waiter nodded and refilled his drink. "I, uh, wanted to tell you that...I'm getting married." He said along with jazz hands. "Married? To who?" I asked. "Ms. Walter." Marshall said. "The lady you were in a business meeting with? You're kidding, right? C'mon tell me the real thing." I said. "That is the real thing. Her and I are getting married." Marshall said. I got up and walked away. Here I thought Marshall loved me. Nope, just another chick he gets to say he fucked. I don't need to take this. Marshall got up and followed me. "Wait, Fi. Let me explain." I didn't stop walking. I walked outside and was hit with the drizzle of rain. I continued down the street, holding myself as I shivered and became more and more soaked the longer I stayed out. Marshall pulled up to me in his car. "Fi, let me explain." He said. "Fine. Go ahead." I said. "Ms. Walter is forcing me to marry her. It's either that or she puts NightOsphere out of business and I, along with everyone who works there, will be out of work and probably homeless." He said. I stopped walking. "She's forcing you?" I said. He nodded. I walked in front of the car and got in on the passenger's side. "So, you're not doing this because you want to?" I said. "No. Fionna, I want to be with you. No one else. I have to marry her. That's why I wanted to make sure we had a great last date." He said. "In that case, let's take this back to your place." I smirked. Marshall grinned. "Alright."


Thanks For Reading! P.S next chapter's going to be a lemon!