I say NO. Chase is just a man child, and I need a real man.

You look at Chase a long time.

You think about all of the canings from his mother. You still have bruises on your bottom.

You think about all of the times you've sucked his cock.

You think about all of the times he came with his heavily lubricated cock thrusting between your boobies.

But how much do you know Chase, really? All you've seen is him practicing and preparing for matches. You spend all day every day together... and he is a magnificent specimen of a man, but...

But this is serious. This is marriage. Is this what Mr. Hewitt was thinking when he made this stipulation in the will? Was this his intent? To make you choose between marrying someone that may not be your perfect soul mate, and inheriting (as a couple) 1.2 billion dollars?

Did he set this whole thing up as a test of your character?

You look at Chase. He really is a man child. What sort of man needs to be denied sex by his dictatorial mother in order to be motivated?

Shouldn't he be motivated by himself? Shouldn't just the love of playing tennis be his motivation? Shouldn't he be motivated by the thrill of beating an opponent, but the joy of playing at the highest level of a challening, one-on-one game?

You take a long time.

"I'm sorry Chase," you say. "But I can't. I.... I don't want to be married to you after all."

"WHAT? Are you kidding me? YOU'RE LEAVING ME?"

"I guess I am," you say, sadly.