The CEO needs an Heir

My son

RENO

I lay still on my bed, eyes focused on the ceiling in order to make my grandfather wishes come true, I need this fashion project to be a success. My grandfather had been the one to pick the company to work with. Left to me, i wouldn't work with an upcoming fashion company that is comfortable at the tenth in the top ten.

My wife stirred beside me, flashing her white teeth in a smile.

"Morningg." She chirped, climbing out of bed. "I need to go back to Germany. Father has requested my presence."

"Okay." I acknowledged, not moving.

She faced with a frown, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I nod, staring at her now.

She is just the perfect wife. After my failure at attempting to get a child through surrogacy, my grandfather had insisted on marriage.

Our marriage had been a marriage of convenience between our families, a business strategy, and to also provide an heir.

It's exactly five years and seven months since we've been trying to make a child and three years since I was diagnosed with oligospermia. There was almost no hope of bearing a child.

"Are you coming back soon?" I queried, sitting up.

"I can't say." She came over and kissed my cheeks, "Don't miss me too much."

I returned her smile and got ready for work. I really hoped my partner wouldn't be a dumba$$ and novice at fashion. It's always something different with those at the bottom.

"Boss." Cole got in line beside me as we headed to the meeting room together. I hate tardiness and first day at work, my partner is already showing traits of that, including unpunctuality.

"Is everything ready?" I asked, settling down into one of the chairs.

"Yes." His phone rang, "Sorry boss, I have to take this."

He moved to the far end of the corner.

"What is it, Ann?" Cole gushed out, "I'm at work, busy."

"You are not going to believe this." I heard Annie squeal back in response from the video call.

"What?" Cole asked in a bored tone, glancing at me nervously.

I was prepared to tune them out.

"I just saw a child who is the exact replica of Mr Martins."

I stilled.

"How's that possible?" Cole voiced out my thoughts, "Boss doesn't have a kid. And none of his cousins resemble him."

"I'm serious!" Annie argued, "Remember that babysitting job I told you about. That's where I am right now, and the boy is with me. Come on, Tyler, come say Hi."

"BOSS!" Cole screamed, "You need to see this." He thrusts the phone in front of me.

Annie was right. The boy staring back at me curiously is a mini version of me. He looked the exact way I was at his age.

"What does this mean, Boss?" Cole questioned, "A bastard child from your past?"

"Only one way to find out." I stood up, "Give me the address Annie."

"I... um..." She stuttered, "I don't think that is professional. "

I glowered at her, "Don't make me ask twice." I turned to Cole, "Take charge of the meeting, I'll be back."

Without waiting for his response, I left, heading to the address. My mind reeled with so many questions and possibilities. Was the universe playing a joke on me?

I entered the apartment and went straight to the living room to see for myself, the boy.

He barely glanced at me as I entered, he was focused on reading.

I walked closer and squat to his level, ignoring Annie's grumbling behind me, "Hey." I whispered.

"Mummy said not to talk to strangers." He said coolly, unbothered by my presence, more like ignoring me.

"Where's your mother?"

He glanced up at Annie, as if requesting her approval.

She nodded at him.

"At work." He replied.

"And your father?"

"I don't know him, my mummy said I'll meet him soon. Mum doesn't know, but I think he abandoned her and me."

"Oh...." I muttered.

"Don't feel sorry for me, I plan to do the exact same thing to him." He shrugged.

I raised an eyebrow in amusement, and scanned the living room. My eyes caught a picture of Tyler and his mother on the refrigerator.

I recognized her instantly, the redhead from the hospital years ago.

I turned back to the boy, "Can I have your hair brush?"

"Annie will see you to it." He said dismissively.

Annie rolled her eyes and disappeared into one of the rooms.

She came back with a hair brush.

"Give it to my driver. He knows what to do and tell him I need the results today."

She grumbled again but did as she was told.

"What next now?" She asked, when she came back.

"You leave and I wait for this boy's mother. "

"This boy has a name and it's Tyler." He glared at me.

Two hours later, the DNA result came back with a ninety nine point nine percent chance. This boy is my son. I have a son!

I placed a call to my lawyer and drafted a contract while I waited for the redhead.

She came back an hour later, rushing to her son like he was going to leave her, which he would, very soon.

She noticed me at last, recognition dawned in her eyes. I'm glad she hasn't forgotten me, which meant she knows exactly what I am capable of, especially to redheads like her.

"Is he really my daddy?" Tyler asked.

She tore up the DNA result and gathered my son in her arms, "No darling, he is not your father."

She glared at me with so much intensity, which matched the exact way I felt.

Only a fool would agree with her. Even a blind person would agree Tyler is my son.

"Take a look at the other envelope." I smirked, leaning back against the sofa.

She picked it, staring at me warily. "What is this?"

"A contract, an agreement. Take your pick." I shrugged.

"Fifty million dollars?" She gawked.

"All yours redhead, if you agree to give me back my son."

She gaped at me.

"Think of it as me paying you for all the expenses and sacrifices you've made for my son." I continued.

"You must be sick if you think I'm going to just hand over my son to you."

"Do you need more money, that can be arranged. And correction, my son, not yours."

"Get out of my house!" She screamed, "Screw you and your money. If I ever see you here again, I'll have you arrested."

I chuckled, "I'm not scared of the law, redhead. I am not leaving without my son."

"Get out of our house." A smaller voice said calmly, hate rolling of his body as he stared me down, "We don't need you."

My smile faltered as I stared at my son. Thanks to the redhead, my son is beginning to hate me. It's what they are good at, manipulation.

"Very well." I stood up and adjusted my suit, "I'll be back. Think about my offer. "