"You're kidding." I laughed.

"Tori please." He begged.

"Dude, just because you're my dad doesn't mean you can barge into my apartment and demand I marry a guy, what the hell's wrong with you?" I scoffed.

"A lot is wrong with me. Tori, honey, you're my only hope." He looked exhausted.

"That sucks." I shrugged, slight guilt tugging at my heart.

"I'm egotistical, I want to be on top even is that means being #2. I'm willing to go on a limb and risk my fucking daughter, this means a lot." He croaked.

"What's the plan?" I asked.

"His parents want him to get married, so he's open to it, he said he will meet you and from them on you two will be married and moved in together and all that shit and I'll be co-signed onto his name so I keep my title." He told me.

"But if you didn't do this wouldn't you be #2 anyway?" I asked.

"No, every other brand attempting the same shit will be demolished. This is the only way I can save my business." He loosened his tie.

"Okay." I whispered.

"Really!?"

"I wanna meet him, if he's not that bad then we can tolerate each other." I shrugged.

"You have no idea how bad I need this." He put his face in his hands and I rolled my eyes.

"I expect a good ass wedding ring though." I tried lightening the mood.

"Only the best." He smiled weakly.

"You've prolly gotta go then. Bye dad." I whispered and he nodded, leaving.

Damn.

-

I sat on the couch, watching Despicable Me. I've loved this movie for years and I always watched it when I felt low.

I didn't want marriage for myself. I had the 'boss bitch' attitude that men struggle with.

That followed me everywhere. My work, home, relationships, and even my sex life.

Men often want to be on top and untouched while their hands are all over me. I don't want that.

I don't have confidence in this meeting if it's with someone worse than my dad because we clash the most.

He wants an co-dependent housewife with a behaving daughter but he just got the wife part.

I won't be co-dependent and someone's gotta earn my respect for me to willingly do a bunch of shit for them.

Me and 'alpha-men' just didn't go well.

But we'll see.

I stood, grabbing one of the ice cream sandwiches from my freezer and scarfing it down. The best part is when the chocolate part slightly stuck to your fingers after.

So good.

My phone rang and I answered.

"Tori-"

"Victoria, it's Reid, I'd like to meet at 6pm tomorrow at the White Lotus."

Oh god.

"I don't have the-"

"I'll pay." He told me.

"And learn manners." I hung up and sat back on my couch.

I'm fucked.

I'm royally and truly screwed.

Sorry dad.