A Scandalous Marriage. Miranda Lee

my seventy per cent share means I’m going to be able to do all those things I’ve always wanted to do, Mike thought, not for the first time. A boys’ club in every city and big town in Australia. Lots more summer camps. And scholarships.

      The possibilities were limitless!

      If he got the partnership.

      Richard shook his head in amazement. ‘I can’t believe it. This is incredible.’

      ‘There was one small catch. But I can fix that.’

      Richard immediately looked wary. ‘What catch?’

      ‘Chuck Helsinger has a hard-and-fast rule about the men he goes into partnership with.’

      ‘What rule is that?’

      ‘They have to be married. Settled men with solid family values.’

      ‘You’re joking.’

      ‘Nope.’

      Richard groaned, then leant back in his leather office chair, his elbows on the padded arm-rests, his hands steepled together in front, his dark brows drawing together. ‘And how, pray tell, are you going to fix that?’

      ‘I’ve already started. I immediately emailed Chuck that I’d recently become engaged to a wonderful girl and that we were getting married before Christmas.’

      Richard’s eyebrows formed a sardonic arch. ‘That was very inventive of you, Mike, but I don’t think that’s going to cut it. A man like Chuck Helsinger is sure to have any prospective business partner of his thoroughly investigated. He’ll soon find out that you lied to him.’

      ‘I did think of that. But it’s not going to be a lie for long.’

      Richard shot forward on his chair. ‘You mean you’d actually get married!’

      Mike could understand his friend’s shock. Mike was, after all, a confirmed bachelor. He’d told Richard many times that marriage would never be on his agenda.

      Still, he’d never anticipated a deal such as this coming his way. Sometimes, a man had to do what a man had to do.

      But on his own terms, of course.

      ‘If I want this partnership,’ Mike said matter-of-factly, ‘I’m going to have to. And as soon as possible. Helsinger is going to be in Sydney on the fourth of December to pick up a luxury yacht he’s having built here. It’s a Christmas present for his family. He and his wife want me and my new bride to join them for a couple of days for a getting-to-know-you cruise around Sydney’s waterways. I presume, if I pass muster as a happily married man with solid family values, the partnership will be mine.’

      ‘Good God!’ Richard exclaimed.

      ‘Look, I don’t intend to stay married,’ Mike informed his friend. ‘It will just be a business arrangement, played out till the partnership is signed and sealed.’

      ‘That’s a bit cold-blooded, isn’t it, Mike? Even for you.’

      Mike shrugged. ‘The end justifies the means. After all, what right does that hypocritical old buzzard have to insist on such a ridiculous requirement? Being married has nothing to do with being a good businessman. I’m proof of that.’

      ‘Maybe, but that doesn’t make him hypocritical.’

      ‘You reckon? I did some investigating myself before I decided on Comproware, delving into its owner’s professional and personal background. Did you know that Chuck’s on his third wife, a woman, I might add, who’s a good twenty-five years younger than his own seventy years? Okay, so they have been married for sixteen years and she’s given him children. Two boys. But does that make him a decent man with solid family values?’

      ‘I see what you mean,’ Richard muttered.

      ‘His wife can’t be much better. Do you honestly think she married him for his charm? Hell, no. She hitched herself to a gravy train, like lots of women do with wealthy guys. You know how it is, Rich. Money is one hell of an incentive when it comes to some members of the fairer sex. Since I became a millionaire, I’ve never been lacking for female company. I’ll have no trouble finding myself a temporary wife. I just have to wave the right amount under the right girl’s mercenary little nose.’

      ‘You sound like you have someone in mind. One of your ex-girlfriends, I suppose. You’ve had enough of them.’

      ‘Hell, no. None of those will do. The last thing I want is complications, or consequences. I need a wife who knows exactly what I require from her, right from the start. Which is absolutely nothing but appearances. This will be a marriage in name only, to be discreetly dissolved at a later date. There will be no consummation of this union. Be assured of that!’ Mike finished up forcefully.

      He was sick and tired of women claiming emotional involvement with him, despite his up-front warnings. They seemed to accept his ‘just-company-and-sex’ rule to begin with. But once he took them to bed a few times, they changed. Mike couldn’t bear it when a woman started telling him she loved him. For one thing, he just didn’t believe them. Women trotted out those three little words all the time to manipulate men. And to try to trap them.

      Little did they know that telling Mike they loved him was the kiss of death.

      That was the reason for his many exes. As soon as they began to get clingy, that was it. His latest ex had been a dedicated career girl. A lawyer, chosen because he’d thought she might be different. But no…she’d soon become just as possessive as all the others.

      Mike had given up dating for a while, because he simply couldn’t stand the scenes. Lately, he’d been spending his spare time with his charity work, instead. And putting in more hours at the gym.

      ‘And where do you think you’re going to find this super mercenary creature, Mike? Girls don’t walk around with signs on them saying they’ll marry for money.’

      ‘What a short memory you have, Rich. I’ll get her from an internet introduction agency, of course. Didn’t you tell me yourself that you tried Wives Wanted before you found Holly? And didn’t you confess to me over a bottle of Johnny Walker that that particular matchmaking service had loads of good-looking gold-diggers on their books?’

      Richard frowned. ‘You’re right. I did say that. But, in hindsight, maybe I misjudged them. I was in a pretty cynical state of mind at the time I dated those women. They probably weren’t as bad as all that. I mean, Reece found Alanna using that agency. No one in their right minds would call her a gold-digger.’

      ‘There are always the exception to the rule,’ Mike said, his mind momentarily going to Reece’s lovely and very loving wife. ‘Alanna is that exception. Wives Wanted will have what I’m looking for. What I need from you, Rich, is their contact number. Do you still have it? If you don’t, I could ask Reece.’

      ‘I have it here somewhere,’ Richard admitted.

      No use protesting further, he realised as he opened the top drawer in his desk and went through the pile of business cards he kept in the corner, looking for the one from Wives Wanted. Mike was clearly determined to do this. And who could blame him? A partnership with Chuck Helsinger was the chance of a lifetime.

      Still…

      Holly wasn’t going to believe him when he told her about this tonight. Mike was the most anti-marriage guy they knew. Anti-marriage. Anti-love. And anti-women.

      No, that was going too far. He wasn’t anti-women. There was always some beautiful dolly-bird on his arm. Women buzzed around Mike like bees to the honeypot. Richard wasn’t too sure why, since Mike wasn’t conventionally handsome. Holly said it was because he was tall, dark and dangerous-looking.

      Richard conceded that Mike’s macho appearance might be the main contributing factor to his attractiveness. He had wall-to-wall muscles. And then some.

      He also rarely dressed in suits, favouring jeans and leather