A Wedding To Plan

Jessie's Pov

"No way!" I slammed my hand on the table, so hard it boomed to everyone's hearing, causing dozens of eyes on me but I cared less. His demand wasn't only unexpected but also what stocks to the bone. All in return for a fucking job, he wants us to get married this week. I resisted the urge to laugh to his face and tell him the proper place to shove his ego.

He folded his arms over his chest while staring at me with a huge fraction of smirk on his face. He obviously wasn't expecting me to react the way I just did. I shook my head and scoot further in my seat, knowing I'd rather wander about the whole of New York than accept the marriage deal from him.

"Fine then, seems you don't need the job anyways." He shrugged indifferently, focusing on his phone and scrolling through it, an indication that he's done eating and was waiting for me.

"Tell me, is there anything have done? How on earth are you after my life?" I queried, staring pointedly at him as a strand of hair pulls up