Chapter one

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Sylar's pov

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"Oh yeah!", the big-eyed redhead screams as I began to go deeper with every thrust.

I look down at her face when her eyes start to get teary,"are you crying?".

She sniffs again and I start to pull out my member from her dampening entrance when her shockingly strong legs went around my bare waist,"Don't please".

Utterly baffled,I stare at the weird fellow I'd picked up from the street a few hours ago with a quizzical expression.

"Your dick feels so good in me",she grabs my buttcheeks,and with the support of her strong legs, starts to force me to bang her again.

Still shocked,I nevertheless start to thrust into her once again.

"Mother Mary Catholic", come her  incoherent murmurs.

After a minute,her twat squeezes my thick member and I let go right behind her , releasing my self into the condom.

I fall on the thick duvet,eyes closed, trying to catch my breath.

My grey eyes snap open when I someone starts to straddle me.

Redhead grins at me as she slowly slides into me,"I haven't come yet".

With all strength I could muster,I push her off me and frown,"two hours straight and you still haven't come?!".

"Are you a log or something?",I add when she pouts and licks her plum lips.

"B-but i—",I cut her off by throwing a wad of cash on the bed.

"Get out".

Her lips part to say something but my ringing phone beat her to it.

With a grunt I get off the bed and move to the ringing phone on the white shelve.

"Get out"my eyes slit to glare at the frowning woman on the bed before answering the phone.

"Sylar",my grandmother says in a way of greeting.

"Grandmother",I copy her and stare at the large swimming pool situated in the middle of my house through the wide glass window which encompasses the whole wall to my right.

"Can I have a word with you?",her accent is calm.

"Now?".

"Yes, are you busy?".

I turn to check if the redhead is still in the room.

She isn't,"No,a few minutes and I'll be there".

"Okay then",I could tell she is trying to control her excitement.

I make a decision to as her if everything is okay but then decide against it,"okay".

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"If I don't know you, I'd have thought you escaped from a mental hospital",I let out a laugh and stare at the old lady in front of me.

"Sylar!",her thick British accent rings in the entire kitchen.

"You can't ask me to get married to someone I don't know!",I tell her in the same tone.

"I didn't know your grandfather before I married him".

I stifle an irate retort and take a look over at the Indian female sitting on the grey sofa in absolute disgust.

Not a single part of her body is in view.

The dirty saree helped cover it all.

How the hell does my grandmother expect me to marry someone who would freak out if I ask to get in a bikini?.

Grandmother takes a deep breath to calm herself and turns to the Indian,"Kareena!".

The woman stands in a flash and moves to the kitchen.

Completely oblivious to the transparent glass separating my grandmother's kitchen and the living room,she bumps her head and falls to the floor.

I watch with a bored expression as my grandmother drops her cup of green tea and rushes over to her rescue.

Grandmother helps her get up but the moron steps on her saree by mistake and ends up on the floor again.

I tap my hand impatiently and watch as the two made their way into the kitchen.

Mrs Werner pulls out a chair,"sit my child".

The Indian sits and does that weird thing Indians do with their heads.

"This is my grandson, Sylar", grandmother tells the woman.

She does the weird thing again and points to herself,"me is Kareena".

She can't even speak proper English.

I sigh and with my mouth set in a firm line,tell my grandmother,"I can't marry this thing".

That said,I get up and start to leave but my grandmother mocking tone stops me,"oh really?".

I stop and turn,"yes.really."

Her lips spilt into a huge smile,"then you won't mind handing the company to someone else because whoever marries "this girl",she smiled at Kareena,"gets my company".

I laugh,"that's absurd".

At thirty-two I own and control a multitational corporation,120,000 employees and an estimated fifty billion dollars.

Everything in my business and personal life is in complete control.... everything except this one seventy-year-old woman,who is now actually threatening to hand over the company to a total stranger all because of a girl I'm sure she picked from the dump.

"Oh really?",my grandmother frowns,"you think I'm joking?".

Mrs Werner never frown.

She is the typical kind of happy grandma every kid wants.

But when she frown,it means serious business.

"Grandmother"I snap"this is crazy".

"Are you saying marriage is 'crazy'?", grandmother demands,her expression turning ominous,"why,the whole country is falling apart because of your generations and it's lack of respect for good 'crazy' notions."

"Why the fuck are you hell-bent on making me marry someone like her?!",I bark,"she isn't even American!".

The moron stares at me with those stupid big eyes of hers and asks my grandmother,"angry,me?".

"No my child",my grandmother beams at her,"he is just so excited because he's going to marry you".

What the actual fuck?.

"Isn't that right,Cole?",the way she asked literally means say "no",say goodbye to the company I've spent half of my life managing.

Fuming,I force the words out of my mouth,"yes".

"Yes what?",my grandmother raises a brow.

I glare at her,at the moron,"whatever you want me to do godammit!".

"I want you to be happy sylar",her countenance calms a bit.

"And does it look to you like all this is making me happy".

"Not now. Not right now, but that is because you are riled".

"I'm not riled",I stare at big-eyed with scathing contempt,"I am disgusted".

That said I grab my jacket and storm out of the house.

And as I leave the huge Georgian mansion,I can only hope and pray that getting married to big-eyed moron isn't the biggest mistake of my life.