Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
I stare at them as they pull out of the driveway and squeal down the road. The silence afterwards is overwhelming. After all, my mom just introduced me to her fiancé, who is an absolutely ravishing Greek physician.
But this isn’t a normal marriage. This is a marriage of convenience, where he gets a green card and she gets a lifestyle upgrade. Not only that, but my mom is likely bisexual, and is using this opportunity to explore her lesbian fantasies, probably with George’s approval.
This is so crazy. This isn’t what happens to normal people at all. But the worst part is that I’m attracted to the new man of the house. How can I not be? He’s so alpha with his piercing blue eyes and imposing frame. But how is this going to work? I’m soon going to be his stepdaughter, which makes things absolutely forbidden. With a rush of confusion, I shake my head and re-enter the condo.
2
George
Victoria steps into the Little White Wedding Chapel and instead of doing somersaults, my heart sinks. We’re getting married. This is my bride, and I should be happy but instead, all I feel is dread.
However, I force a smile onto my face. Victoria is merely a means to an end, I remind myself. She’s the way you’re going to be able to stay in this country and practice the kind of medicine that you want to practice. She’s your ticket to the Promised Land.
After all, I’m a Greek national. My country a beautiful one with fertile soil; ripe and bountiful olive trees; blue skies scattered with fluffy clouds; and the gorgeous stormy grey of the sea. However, Greece is also a place that’s come under intense financial pressure in the last forty years. First, it was war, but then there were all sorts of indignities of our own making. The deal with the American banks. Our entry into the Eurozone. Heck, even our entry into the European Union has been a source of strain, and as a result, my home country is falling into tatters.
That’s why I left. To practice medicine, and I mean real medicine, and not the techniques of thirty years ago. Unfortunately, Greece is stuck in the past. At this point, my country is filled crumbling hospitals and the equipment that you see in old-timey movies where they practically hiss and spit steam. It’s cute when you’re watching it on screen, but it’s a lot less cute when there’s a patient screaming bloody murder because they’re in real pain.
As a result, I came to the United States to further my research. It’s been wonderful so far. This place is all about gleaming hospitals with the latest equipment, and often the health care system seems awash in money. But for some inexplicable reason, my visa renewal wasn’t granted, and according to U.S. immigration rules, I’m supposed to go back to my own country and apply for a new visa once I’m back home.
That’s total bullshit. If I return to Europe and then reapply, I’m going to lose at least a year in the process, and that’s if I’m lucky. If they lose my paperwork, or god forbid, turn down my application altogether, I may never be able to come back. It’s a godawful nightmare.
That’s why I’m getting married to Victoria now. I’m trying to get a green card via marriage, and my sham union with Victoria is the first step down that path. It’s not virtuous, nor am I proud of what I’m doing, but I want to deliver the best medical science possible, and that just can’t happen in my home country.
Gritting my teeth, I watch as Victoria strolls down the aisle. For all intents and purposes, she looks like a bewitching bride. She’s slim, blonde and generically pretty with bright white teeth and flowers in her hair. She nods and waves to a buxom brunette sitting in one of the pews, whom she introduced as her friend Sofia. I think I know who Sofia is: my new bride’s girlfriend. I should be jealous, but in reality, none of that matters because we’re not going to be a couple for real. Instead, I’m going to support Victoria and her daughter on my doctor’s salary, so they can live in comfort.
It’s like making a deal with the devil, but in fact, it doesn’t feel too bad at all, and I know why. It’s because of Kayla. Victoria’s daughter is currently waiting across the aisle from me, on the other side of the minister. She took her place before the ceremony began, and I started to pretend that I was getting married to her, and not her mom.
It’s possible after all. Victoria had Kayla when she was young, so Kayla’s actually quite mature. And she’s incredibly beautiful. She’s everything that a Greek man wants in a woman: curvy, round, with bountiful breasts and a big butt. Plus, she has brown eyes that could melt snow. Kayla is delicious and cute in every way, and my cock jerks from pretending that she’s my bride.