He is rich, famous, quiet, sober and a hot head. One of the most eligible bachelors in Thailand based on every criteria.
He has just enough to earn his bread, is a nobody for the world, doesn't give a damn about anything, carefree, messy and a happy...
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I read through the paper for the sixth time and looked up to the guy who was casually looking around my room with a blank face.
Is he disgusted or is he amused? Nobody can tell. Start to end. Same expression. And this poker face is asking me to sign a real wedding contract with him.
Not just that... In exchange of marrying him, he is giving me a villa, a Ferrari, and 1 million per month allowance. Which is alone more than how much I can earn driving a cab for next three lives with increased cab rates and skyrocketing fuel prices.
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The contract is also simple. I have to marry him and he will give me everything I need. All I need to do is to stay with him and act as his husband in front of the world. Nobody should be suspecting that we are not together.
"Ummm... Mr. AT..." He glared at me... Crap! What was his name again? The news said... Oh yes... "Mr. Aydin... You know that if we marry now then it won't be like it was earlier. Gay marriages are legal. We will be considered legally married. Like you will be my husband and I will be your..." What will I be? Wife? No... Of course not. What the hell!
"...Husband?" he finished my sentence for me. "Yeah so let's get married for real." He said again without any expressions.
"What the fuck! Is he suddenly in love with me?" I muttered annoyed.
"Not really." He replied calmly. "I have my reasons to sign this with you."
"Look... I don't care about your reasons. I am not interested. I wasn't even planning to ask for dowry for marriage."
"I am not asking you. I am telling you." He said now pressing his tone on me.
I got up annoyed and massaged my temple annoyed once. "Ok. Get up and dance Gangnam style."
"Huh?" His face finally flickered with confusion.
"C'mon, get up and dance."
"Why will I do that?" He looked at me with disbelief.
I sat in front of him in the same posture crossing one leg over the other and keeping one hand over the couch back. "I am not asking you. I am telling you." I said looking into his eyes with a poker face.
