Match Made

By Samantha Newburg All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Drama


Greg is a handsome, wealthy man being pressured by his father to produce a legitimate heir and there isn't anything he can do besides find a suitable lady with the right genes to marry as soon as possible. Donna Quinton never would have imagined marrying her older sister's former fiance but... when fate brings Gregory Marshall back into her life at the perfect time, how can she say no? The fact that Greg is a sworn bachelor with a healthy libido and Donna is as indulgent as they come only means they are fighting the odds for marital bliss and success before they even say 'I do'. Will their commitment to their individual goals be enough to keep them hitched? What is going to happen when they officially don't need each other anymore?

Chapter 1

“That boy is going to kill himself,” muttered Grant Marshall, putting down the newspaper.

Lifting his coffee cup, he stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him. His cousin, Gabriella Marshall-Stone sighed impatiently.

“Well, for a dog’s sake, at least hurry, Grant. My pooch has an appointment at The Canine. Type the damn document, let me sign it and go.”

“Sorry, Gabs. And Monty,” he added to his lawyer, who had been sitting silently since Grant had opened the paper to find the latest article on his son, which Gabs had told him about.

His fingers flew across the keyboard and within minutes, Gabs was walking her pedigree ‘pooch’ out of the office. As she opened Grant’s door, she bumped into a mass of muscle and golden skin concealed in a designer suit.

“Gregory, darling, must run but I think you came just in time. Your father’s got something up his sleeve, the lovely man,” she murmured under her breath.

“So he must Gabs, he only calls after hours or during his lunch break on a weekday,” came the wry reply.

After closing the door behind his elegant relative, Gregory Marshall walked further into his father’s office and nodded to the two men seated not at the desk but at the round oak table in the corner. He looked at his father closely, making an effort to hide any concern he felt.

“You look almost haggard today, Dad. What’s curling your barbered beard?”

Instead of sitting with them, Greg leaned against the window pane and waited for his father to speak.

“What else but your antics being splashed in the papers, son?” came the good-natured response. Grant loved his son and made no moves to hide that much, but that didn’t mean he loved everything the young man did.

“Wouldn’t know, I don’t read everything- you do, Dad.”

“Maybe you should.”


“Some woman is claiming she is pregnant with your child and that she thinks you will take the honourable route with her.”

Gregory’s face clouded over with annoyance and nothing more. “Is that why I’m here?”

“Partly,” Monty said.

With a sigh, Greg moved to sit down. “What is it?”

Grant ran a hand through his greying hair. “I’m not getting any younger, son. I’m-”

“Are you ill?” Greg interrupted sharply.


“Then, please don’t make it sound so serious. If not about myself, I do worry about you and Mom.”

Grant smiled. “Oh son, it’s funny you should say that. Because you don’t worry about yourself, I feel I must.”

Grant paused.

“And?” his son prompted, not impatiently.

“This newspaper article talks about marriage,” he carried on.

“Yes, so?” Greg asked.

His father threw him another smile. “When are you getting married?”

Donna tried her damnedest to put the woman’s ideas on paper but frills and ruffles just didn’t look right on the type of clothing she wanted.

“I want to feel exuberant and- and- and feminine at the same time,” the client breathed.

Hence the lace on a black catsuit, but black wasn’t exuberant in Donna’s book. That was when she had a flash of genius. Or at least she pretended to have one.

“Mrs. T-”

“Candy. Call me Candy.”

“Candy,” Donna amended, “what’s your favourite colour?” she asked the blonde woman with the double-D cup wearing all pink, holding a dog that wore a matching collar.

She bet herself it was-gasp- pink.

And lo, Candy smiled and gushed, “Pink!”

“Great.” Donna took out a fresh sheet of paper and the colours she had in mind and made a rough sketch. “See, I cannot think of any more exuberant, feminine colour than pink.”

She showed her a completely different ensemble. “And if we make it a bit darker, you’d look even more ravishing and mature than the first Mrs. T.”

Candy’s eyes brightened and Donna bit her tongue to keep from adding ‘and the second, the third and the other two!’

An hour later, she was at a table laughing about Candy with her friends over lunch. None of them could believe that Candy was the latest acquisition of a well-known businessman and that she had fallen for Donna’s smooth talking.

They talked about it for a bit and then someone told her, “Your sexy friend was in the paper again.”

“Who?” She had no particularly ‘sexy’ friends.

“Greg Marshall,” Denise fanned herself.

“Oh. Him. I haven’t seen him in nearly ten years!” Except briefly at his grandfather’s funeral the previous year. It’s a wonder they were still considered friends.

“And it’s a crying shame!” one of her other lunch mates, Meghan, said.

“You two would be dynamic together,” her best friend Shirley chipped in.

Donna sent her a look. “Everything’s dynamic to you, right now.”

Shirley grinned back. “But I mean it! The hot designer fashion lady and the hot, hot rich guy,” she said, not really knowing what the notorious playboy did other than make loads of cash.

“Oh, so I’m hot and Greg Marshall is ‘hot, hot’?” Donna sniffed.

“Sweetie, I’m heterosexual. It’s only natural.”

The six ladies paid the bill and stepped out into the bright blustery autumn afternoon. With time to spare, they went into the lingerie and accessories shop that was next to the sky scraper where they worked. It was a great place to purchase feel-good items and goodies for first dates.

Shirley, Donna, Denise and Meghan were unmarried. The older of the two married ones, Anna, held up an aquamarine hat and asked, “So who’s getting married next? This hat would match a suit in my closet perfectly. Excellent wedding attire.”

“Ooh, pick me!” Donna laughed.

They all looked at her surprised.

“Donna, you don’t even have a serious boyfriend!” Anna chuckled.

“We should find her one!” Shirley declared, making Donna laugh a little.

She already regretted saying it out loud.

“What about Luke?” Meghan asked. Everyone knew Luke was crazy about Donna Quinton.

“He’s never around,” Donna said, dismissing him.

“How about Max whatsit?”

Donna’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “He’s a bore! And don’t even mention Vernon. He’s cute but he’s oh so hung up on himself. No one could love that man more than he does and-”

With an exasperated sigh, Anna looked at her as if to say, ‘So how are you going to get married first?’

“Hey,” Shirley cut in, “she has made her mind up, it’s going to happen. Only I know the girl behind the fickle facade.”

“Shut up, Shirley.”

Not wanting to be psycho-analyzed in a lingerie shop, Donna picked up a lovely white veil. “I want to get married,” she explained, holding it up to her face and batting her eyelids, “but there’s no one to get married to.”

“What about me?” a voice said behind her.

The teal hat dropped from her colleague’s hand the same time the woman’s jaw unhinged. The other women had similar expressions on their faces. Donna turned slowly, expecting to see Brad Pitt or Colin Farrell- the only men who Shirley’d go speechless over.

Neither of them appeared before her eyes when she got a look at her suitor, but her jaw dropped too.

Momentarily. Then she was transported back a decade.

With inexplicable happiness, she smiled.

“Oh my gosh, Greg Marshall!” She practically jumped on him and hugged him enthusiastically.

Continue Reading Next Chapter
Further Recommendations

LizzieSA: The story is amazing and I'm enjoying it so far.

Arabella Solstice: After only reading a few chapters I’m hooked! I can’t wait to see how Sia and the princes relationship develops! ❤️

vaishnavisoni18: Well at first I really wanted her to end up with Holden and end up with kids named wayne and cleo but then it would have been overly cliched and this would have been like many other stories available but as the end approached and the twist it took was like WOW😍

Myla Rowena: I was smiling while reading the whole time. Liam and Celeste are so lovable

rickamys: enjoying so far.

Megan Caig: I loved it! Worth reading!

Wandering_Moon: Title speaks for itself! Perfect!

Wandering_Moon: Colvin is up to no good, love the story

More Recommendations

haugecrystal: Really fun to read love t he plot kinda fast but good

ILoveReading: Amazing!!!!

Camilla Marie: Its a really Good story

Nemesis: I really like this book... Also let me wonder what really happened to mother.. Overall really good!

anngabraham2: Gripping. Can't wait to see how it ends

About Us:

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.