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"I've got to do what? Dad, you cannot be serious! Who's fucking idea was that?"

Stephen Jefferson Harper III paced the lenght of his father's study, upset, his agitation clearly written on his handsome face.

"It was my idea and her father's."

"Damn dad, this is the fucking 21st century. People do not have arranged marriages in this day and age."

"Some cultures like India--"

"We don't live in fucking India dad. We are American."

"Do me a favor son, watch your language, and lower your voice."

"Lower my voice? I just found out that I have to marry a girl I don't even know. An arranged marriage no less and you want me to lower my voice? This is fucking nuts!"

Stephen was more than angry. He was six foot two with wavy blond hair and deep blue eyes. He was the the only son and heir apparent for the Harper Gems empire. He was going to college to appease his mother who said an education was everything. Other than that, he did what he ...

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