Title: The Marriage Proposal
Author: Edel
Summary: When his guardian, Rupert Giles, who has been his only form of parent since his parents died in a car accident when he was younger, dies, in his will he leaves Angel O'Connor his entire empire, comprising of a chain of bookstores named The Englishman's Library, and Wolfram & Hart, a law firm Giles purchased several years ago, worth hundreds of millions of dollars. But there's one condition: he must marry within one month of his Gile's death, and remain married for four years. Can Angel, a player, commit to one woman?
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Rating: R (maybe NC-17 in later chapters)
Spoilers: none, AU.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters unfortunately.
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Author's note: I started this fic a few months back, but I could have sworn that I had it on Oh well... here it is now. Review:P
Chapter 1
Angel watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. His lips set in a firm line, his eyes refused to leak any tears as they covered the grave with dirt, and he turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Surprise filled his features as he saw William Thompson, a.k.a. Spike, his best friend since boarding school. They embraced briefly.
"Sorry to hear it, mate," Spike started, as they began to walk back to their cars. "He was a good man." Angel nodded.
"What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it," Angel asked softly.
"Yeah, well, I finally convinced Dru to let me come," Spike chuckled, thinking of his long-time girlfriend. "I'm flying back tomorrow, though."
"So soon?" Angel asked, surprised. Spike nodded.
"I could only get one day off work," Spike grumbled, as they reached their parked vehicles. "Hey, how about the two of us go out tonight to a college party, for old-times sake?"
"What about Drusilla?" Angel queried. He stepped into his Mercedes, and rolled down the window.
"She doesn't have to know," Spike shrugged. "Besides, it's you we're trying to bag a bird for." Angel chuckled softly. Spike would always be Spike.
"Okay," Angel agreed reluctantly.
"Great!" Spike grinned. "I know just the place. Some juniors are after moving into a new apartment, nice big one, and they're throwing a house-warming, or an apartment-warming." Spike took a torn piece of paper out of his jacket.
"Here's the address. I'll see you there at nine?" Angel nodded, and rolled up the window. The powerful engine roared to life, and he quickly left the cemetery, refusing to glance back in the mirror at the final resting place of the man who had always been there for him, but now was slowly turning to dust.
TBC... if I receive plenty of reviews, that is! And sorry for the short chapter, but this was really only supposed to be an intro of sorts...