The Bosses Wife

Andy's POV "Andrea, my office now," my father yelled at me and my body shivered knowing that whatever he was about to tell me I wasn't going to like. I hated it when he called me Andrea. I preferred to be called Andy. That's what I've always gone by and, besides that, when I'm dealing with any business, it gets me further because men tend to think that I'm a man and their shocked faces when they find out I'm a woman is great. I walked into my father's office. I hated this place as well. It had dark green walls, and bookshelves with books I knew he had never read and a liquor cabinet that he frequented too often, like now there was a glass of scotch on his desk. "What do you need, dad?" I asked. "We are having dinner with a business associate tonight. I expect you there, and you need to wear a dress tonight. Something short, you need to impress this man." he said in a grotesque voice, something I had never heard him sound like. I never liked my father, but unfortunately, I am under his control. Which is something that I am trying to change, but it takes time. "What type of business dinner requires me to wear a short dress?" I snapped at him. "You will do as I say, now and don't be a b***h," he snapped right back, and I knew that was my que to get out of this room. It wouldn't be the first time he had gotten physical. Never anything too bad but a slap to the face or a squeeze to the arm. There have been a few times that I've gotten a broken nose. I turned on my heel and stomped out of his office and back to my bedroom. I've tried to move out since the day I was eighteen, but I've had to stay because it's part of the plan and that plan would soon come to fruition. I just had to keep my head high and do as he said for a bit longer. Dinner was served every night at six pm and I knew I didn't have much time to get ready. I could only imagine what was going to happen at dinner tonight. Again, not the first time he has done this, but it is the first time he has told me to wear a short dress, so my guess is that whoever is coming over tonight is a younger man and whatever the man has my father wants, and he is going to use me to get it. I would have to put on my best actress skills for this. I went straight to my closet and dug through the pile of dresses that I had. I found a navy blue one that was tightly fitted and came up around my neck with a small keyhole slit that sat right between my breasts. It was backless and came just right under my ass. I think it was the shortest one I owned, but it would also get the job done for tonight. I hung it on the back of my closet door and moved into the bathroom and turned on my curling iron and dug out my makeup. I wouldn't add much more than what I already had on, just freshen up what I had on. My hair was halfway down my back, and it had never had a drop of hair dye on it. I babied it so much. I've always loved the chocolate color of it and the natural highlights it had and how thick it was and that was something I would never change about me. I gave a lot of myself away to do what I needed to, but this I would never change. I curled it and fluffed it up a bit and framed it around my face and then touched up my makeup and sprayed some hairspray and grabbed my favorite perfume, Chanel, and sprayed my wrist and neck. I moved back to my closet and grabbed the dress and a pair of silver heels. I placed them together on the closet island to make sure they looked good together. Staring at it for a minute, I decided that they would work together and quickly changed into them. I gave myself the once over in my mirror and decided that I looked way too good to be going to a business dinner, but to continue on with the plan I must. I grabbed my phone and snapped a quick picture of myself and sent it to the one person who would understand how much I didn't want to go tonight and then locked my phone up and put it on the charger. I knew I wouldn't need it at dinner and if it went off it would just piss my father off. This was business, and we should give all of our attention to whoever we are meeting with, according to him, but this is his business, not mine, but it was better to not piss him off. I left my bedroom and as soon as I opened my door, I heard my father yelling at me to get down there, which meant that our guest was here already. This would be strike one for me tonight. I would have to be on my best behavior, that was for sure. When I got to the top of the stairs, my father was standing there with a man who was younger than my father but much older than me. He was tall and skinny, with a large nose and dull brown hair that was greasy. He wore a pair of khaki pants and an ugly-ass green button-up and loafers that were so out of date it wasn't even funny, and to be perfectly honest, he looked like a creep. Like someone that would kidnap kids in his white van with no windows and do ungodly things to them, but he stood there talking and laughing with my father. I could tell right now that I was going to be bored out of my mind tonight. I had to just put on my fake smile and get through dinner, and then I would be dismissed. This had to do with my father's illegal business dealings, something I knew about, but he didn't let me be a part of them. I only got to be a part of the legal dealings and those didn't take place in our home. I know he only let me be a part of them to shut me up, but again, part of the plan. Mine, not his. "Brian, I would like you to meet my daughter, Andrea," my father said as I got to the bottom of the stairs. I watched his eyes roam over my body. They stuck at my chest for a second too long and then went back to my legs where they stayed way too long. "You are stunning," he finally said as he shook my hand and then leaned in and kissed my cheek, "you will work perfectly," he whispered, and it sent chills throughout my body. Something about him gave me bad vibes. "It's nice to meet you Brian, but you can call me, Andy please," I told him and my father leveled me with a glare. "But Andrea is a beautiful name," he said with that damn creepy smile. "It's after her grandmother on her mother's side of the family. They were both taken from us way too soon," my father explained to him, but he didn't know I knew the truth. While my grandmother was dead and had been for years, my mother wasn't, not to me at least. To the rest of the world, she was. "Shall we move to the dining room, dinner is ready." my father said, and he turned and walked off as Brian's hand went to the small of my back as we headed to the dining hall. I grabbed his hand and removed it from my body, and he just chuckled. There were only three spots set at the table which I expected, but what I didn't expect was to see my father sitting at the side of the table with two plates. Usually, he sat at the head of the table with his guest on one side and me on the other. He locked eyes with me and then looked at the empty plate beside him and I knew where I would be sitting tonight. I quickly walked over and took my seat beside him. He poured him and Brian each a glass of scotch, and I was given water. I don't like scotch at all, but I could use a glass of wine right now, but I knew that was out of the question, otherwise it would be out here. I grabbed my water and chugged down half of it and by the time that I set my water down, our maid was placing dinner in front of us. "So, Brian, you've had the opportunity to see what I'm offering, can I assume that we have a deal?" my father asked him. "While I do like the merchandise, I see a few things that would need to be changed, but otherwise, yes, you have a deal," Brian said, and they both raised their glasses and toasted each other and then stood and shook hands. Pure display of illegal business. "Andrea, I've just entered a deal with Brian that is to profit us both. I will become a partner in his gun trade fifty-fifty and well he gets you. You two will be married in six months' time," my father said, as if I was just a piece of property, but now everything made sense. My wheels were turning right now with the easiest way to kill two men and get away with it. I couldn't because I would have to get rid of the help here tonight and that's just too many bodies to deal with. "Exfuckingcuse me," I yelled out and started to stand up, but my father was ready for my reaction. His hand landed on my thigh and squeezed so tight that I knew I would have fingerprint bruises that would last a while. I grabbed his wrist and tried to rip his hand off me, but he was strong and from the low growl that left his lips I knew that if I didn't knock it off, then I would have worse than the bruises on my thigh. "You will marry Brian in exchange for me becoming his partner. It's a great deal for both of us." my father went on explaining and while I was so fuming mad that I am sure my entire face was red, Brian just chuckled. "Feisty, I like it." he said, and my stomach just churned at that. "Like f*****g hell, I am going to marry this creepy. I am twenty-two years old; you can't make me do a damn f*****g thing," I yelled out and got out of my father's grip and stormed off, but I reached the foyer when my arm was jerked, and I was spun around and then slapped across the face. It wasn't the sting of the slap that shocked me, it was the fact that it was the man I was supposed to marry that delivered it that shocked me. "I am going to tell you this once, the deal is done, and you now belong to me. You are mine to do what I want with. Mine to change, mine to control, mine to f**k and if you need it, mine to slap. So, learn your place right now and the way you are behaving is not what I will accept, but don't worry, you will learn your place fast enough, and I will enjoy every f*****g minute of breaking you in. Now go to your room and let us men handle the rest of the business dealings. I think that maybe we will push the wedding up and if you think about running you won't get far, the outside is covered with my men." he whispered lowly in my ear, and then he spun me back around, smacked my ass and pushed me towards the stairs.