The Billionaire CEO

DANIELLE

The limo pulls up to a high-end bridal boutique, and the driver opens the door for us.

As we climb the stairs, a very well-dressed lady opens the door, letting us in. She locks it when we’re inside.

“You must be here for the Tucker appointment,” she says with a smile.

“Yes ma’am,” I answer politely. “I need a wedding dress, and my sister needs a bridesmaid dress.”

She motions for us to follow her, and we go to racks upon racks of costly dresses. We look through them but gasp at the prices on the white tags on the exquisite, fluffy dresses.

“Now, Mr. Tucker said that you could get whatever you want.

“You have an unlimited budget, so let’s get you started to see what style you want to go with,” she says as she flips through the racks, pulling multiple dresses.

We go to the dressing room with a considerable runway right outside. She helps me slip on the first dress. It’s a mermaid style and is very tight. I step out and look in the mirror.

“No!” Bailey says. “I don’t like that one; it’s too tight.”

I try on everything, from a mermaid, to fit and flares, to princess styles. I finally step out of the room with one that I love.

I look in the mirror, starting to tear up, feeling so emotional right now because I’m not too fond of the reason I’m buying this dress.

Just to secure a year or two of marriage for a child. I nod slowly, then head back to the dressing room and take the dress off. I hand it to the consultant, then slowly put my clothes back on.

Looking at the price tag, I can’t help but shake my head as she picks the dress up to take it to the front counter.

“Finally, now it’s my turn. What color do you want me in?” Bailey is bounding over to the racks.

“I love a light teal-green. We’ll try on multiple colors to see what looks the best on you. It also has to be modest, according to Danny’s request,” I tell her.

“I have some in mind that I think you’ll like,” the consultant says.

She grabs several dresses and takes Bailey to the same dressing room that I was in.

I sit in the chair this time to watch as she parades around in all kinds of colors. We finally decide on one that makes her super excited.

“Yes!” she squeals. “I love it.”

The consultant takes that dress, then comes back to us.

“Now, we need a veil, headpiece, jewelry, and shoes for both of you,” she says as she heads to a different room.

We look for what seems like forever but finally settle on what we need that matches our dresses. I go to the register and cringe as she rings it all up.

I hand her the card that Danny gave me; she looks at it and smiles. It has Tucker Enterprises on it, along with my name as ~Tucker~.

“So you’re the lucky woman that he chose to marry, huh?” she asks.

“Yes, but it’s not public knowledge yet. He wants to keep it that way until he makes the official announcement,” I say as I stare her down.

The press would love to get a whiff of this if they could. It would bring a lot of money into someone’s pocket if they ratted us out.

“I’m not going to say anything. He called yesterday, telling me that I would be the one handling you and your sister.

“I’m not about to go up against his lawyers for doing that,” she says with a polite voice.

I leave her a one-hundred-dollar tip, and she smiles as we leave with our items.

We get back into the limo and take off to the mall. The driver tells us we have two hours of shopping, then we have to go to lunch.

We shop in all kinds of stores, buying a considerable line of outfits, dresses, and evening dresses.

When the driver tells us it’s time to go, we stop at a bathroom at the mall exit to change into something that looks more suitable for going out to eat. He ushers us back into the limo, then takes off.

I look at Bailey. “I have a question for you.”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Okay, what do you want to know?”

“What’s going on with you and Cory?”

She blushes. “Oh, nothing much. We’re just getting to know each other, that’s all.”

I cross my arms and stare at her. “You kissed him, didn’t you?” She blushes harder, so that tells me what I want to know.

“Make sure you’re careful,” I warn her. “You don’t want to get attached, and then it doesn’t work out between you two.”

“I know,” she says as she looks at me through her eyelashes. “He’s charming, though. He treats me like I’m very important to him.”

“We just met them,” I remind her. “Don’t jump into something so fast. He may be just trying to get you into his bed.

“Not saying that’s what he’s after, but men are bad about jumping on young women to be their first or just to have them.

“Would you please take your time with him? I hope it all works out, but just don’t leap before you look.”

She laughs. “Yes, Mama!”

I laugh with her.

The driver pulls up to a fancy restaurant. As he opens the door, we look up the stairs, then get out. The driver helps us out and tells us to go to the hostess station.

We see Danny standing there as he scans over my new beige dress, shoes, and purse. He’s smiling at us.

“You look stunning. My money looks good on you,” he whispers in my ear.

He offers me his arm as we walk back to a secluded room, where the other brothers are sitting. They do a double-take when we walk in.

Bailey has on a beautiful purple dress that falls above her knees, with a mesh top around her shoulders and silver shoes. Cory jumps up, pulling her chair out.

“Damn!” he says as he takes her hand. “You are a breathtaking girl.”

She blushes hard as he helps her sit down then pushes her chair in. He sits down beside her and scoots very close to her.

Danny pulls out my chair, helping me scoot it up to the table. He then sits down beside me.

“This is a surprise. I didn’t realize we’d be eating with you today,” I say, taking my napkin and laying it in my lap.

“We have a few things we needed to take care of today. So you both got your dresses plus all the items you need for the wedding?

“According to my account, you must have done really well,” he says as he places his hands on the table.

“You checked on how much I spent?”

“I made sure you didn’t buy a three-hundred-dollar dress. I want you to look like a princess when we get married, and I wanted to make sure you got what you loved.

“No matter what the price was,” he says as he picks up the menu.

“Why does it matter? We’re not doing it publicly,” I add.

“There will be reporters there to publish the story of our marriage to make it official,” he fires off behind the menu.

“What? Are you serious?” I ask nervously.

“Yes,” he says calmly. “I want it to be public so everyone knows we’re married, also that you’re off the market.”

I push the menu down so I can see his face. “What about you? Are you off the market?”

He looks at me with shock. “Yes, it was in the contract. Once we’re married, we can’t cheat on each other. We belong to each other only, so that means we can’t see, touch, or have another person at all.”

I smile. “I read that part. I was just making sure you were on the same page I was.”

He scoffs. “I wrote the contract, so why would I put something in there that was unfair to either one of us? That’s why it’s in there, so we belong to each other only.”

“To benefit you in case you’re not satisfied with your marriage,” I fire off with a snarl.

He smirks as he lays his menu down. “I can be satisfied for a year, easily. Don’t worry. You’re going to please me in more ways than you can imagine right now,” he says as he scans my body.

I draw back. “What do you mean by that?”

He just smirks, then turns back to the menu.