NOT SO FAST, MR BILLIONAIRE
“Any conversation we're going to be having is going to be in the four corners of my wall and after that, I'd love and appreciate it if you forgot my name, home address and social security number— if you have that, of course.”
“Cute,” he laughs and then winces when I open the drink can with a pop. I raise a brow at him, urging him to continue and then take a sip of my drink as I wait patiently. “ Contrary to what you may think, I'm not here to hurt you or whatever it is you're thinking —”
“No shit.”
“I'm here to offer you a deal. One I know you wouldn't be able to refuse.”
“Sure, Professor Xavier.” This is getting fun and it's the most fun I've had in a few days.
“Marry me.”
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I had a one night stand with a handsome, enigmatic stranger. It was drunk decision; one I promised myself never to indulge in.
Putting aside my regret, I continue with life and the trials it keeps throwing my way. As a girl used to surprises, what I don't expect is seeing this stranger from months ago at my doorstep and offering me a deal I can't seem to refuse: a marriage contract in exchange for my biggest wishes to be fulfilled.