"Oh, that? Natasha couldn't accept my rejection and started to spread false information in the circle and the press. I'm not marrying her." I told him, leaning over to take a sip from his drink since the talk was making me thirsty. "Nobody's marrying her at this rate."
"That bad?" he asked as I returned the glass.
"Yup. She f*cked up."
"Hell. But you're marrying someone, right? Ruben told me a bit before you got here, but people kept coming in, so I couldn't get the whole story."
"That's—" I paused, swirling the ice in his glass. "I don't know."
Marc leaned over, trying to force me to look him in the eye. "You couldn't convince the old man, could you?"
"He wants me to inherit the Corporation since our relatives will only ruin it. He's set on that."
"But you're gay. You can only marry a guy if that's the case."
"Go and tell him that yourself. You'll get yourself thrown into the attic again."
