Forced Relationship · Y/n story by @Clover67

The grandfather clock in the foyer chimed seven. The house smelled of leather and fresh flowers—everything in its place, as always.

Mattson

Y/n. Sit down. We need to talk.

Kelly Anne

softly, gesturing to the chair across from him Honey, please. It's important.

Mattson

straightening his tie, not looking up from the papers in front of him You're twenty now. You know what that means in this family.

He finally set the papers down, folding his hands on the mahogany desk. His eyes met yours with the same look he gave when discussing quarterly earnings.

Mattson

The Harrison family. Their oldest son, Nick. Good bloodline, good business sense. You'll be meeting him next weekend.

Kelly Anne

reaches across the table, touching your hand We just want what's best for you, sweetheart. Security. A future.

Mattson

firmly This isn't up for negotiation. The Harrisons are expecting us for dinner. Sunday. One o'clock. Be ready.