"Wait, hold up. Your going to get me a record deal to pretend to be your wife? For how long?! What if I have a boyfriend? How can I trust you?" I ask
He rolled his eyes.
"I can tell you don't have a boyfriend. I mean look at you. And here's the contract." He says.
Wow. Slow your roll buddy. Just because you're rich doesn't mean you are better than everybody and can be disrespectful. This man was going to get knocked upside the head one day by reality.
He slides me a paper, the contract. Just as it reaches my side of the table I slide it right back dramatically. I am not going to do whatever he wants me too. My mother raised me better than to succumb to peer pressure.
"No." I said crossing my arms and looking away.
"What?!" He says with so much surprise you could have guessed someone told him Santa wasn't real. Obviously he doesn't deal well with rejection. Just as I thought. He was a pretty boy used to always getting his way. He had to learn a lesson on manners
"I mean, you obviously don't want me to be your 'wife'. I mean," and I lean in, "Look at me." I said before leaning back. I felt like a corrupt politician making a dangerous deal.
"Thanks for the offer. But I'm pretty sure I can get a deal without you." I say standing up and grabbing my purse. I walked to the door. When my hands touched the handle, he said the worst thing ever.
"Like I said Amelia, I know every agency in the area. I can pay them not to give you a deal." He said smugly. What? First off, how did he know my name? Second off, why would he pay someone to stop my dreams from coming true?? That's just wrong.
I turned around fuming.
"And why would you do that?" I said clenching and unclenching my hands.
"Because I'm on a time constraint. And I don't feel like meeting someone new, having a one night stand, then asking. The person to fake marry me. You have a goal. And I can help you achieve it. Therefore, you need me and I need you. You're easier to bribe." He said, which frankly made sense.
"Who cares! I can go to Juilliard!" I said. If this was a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of my ears.
"Oh Juilliard! the principal is so nice." He said. Acting as if he was having a flashback to good times.
I go back to his booth and sit across from him again.
"This isn't bribery. Your forcing me." I said pointing my finger at him accusingly.
"Actually, you still have a choice. I'm just taking away any other option. Plus, if you agree, I am still giving you a record deal." He says. Once again sliding the contract my way.
I read it briefly. It basically said 'Acting in love I front of others, ignoring each other at home,' and so on. I would have to move in with him, and quit my bartending job, and- wait what? Quit my job?
I pointed my finger on the 'quit your job part' and leaned back.
"Sorry no can do. I'll do anything but quit my job. I need it."
He rolled his eyes.
"How much do you make a month?" He asked.
"1,500 after tax." I Said.
He seemed shocked. I didn't make much money in NYC but we had an okay home back in Colorado. I mean, my family wasn't poor, but my mom refused to pay all the rent for my apartment.
"I'll pay you 10,000 a month if you work for me. And the record deal. Your really pushing the limits here Amelia." He growled.
I was shocked down to my core.
"10,000$?" I said.
"10,000$." He grumbled
"10,000$!" I said. I couldn't believe people really had so much money they could afford to parade it around like this.
"10,000$." He said pointedly.
"Ok." I barely whispered, still in shock, scribbling my signature on the bottom of the page.
"Good. I'm glad. Richard here," he says pointing to his friend, bodyguard, whatever. "Will drop by later tonight to pick up your things. Your going to have sell your apartment." He said.
"I'm only renting it." I said. That reminded me, what was I going to tell my mom? I'll just tell her that I got a new job and can pay the rent by myself now.
"Ok. See ya." I said grabbing my purse and heading out the front door.
I have an interesting life.
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Richard came by late that night and picked up all my stuff. He said I didn't need the furniture so I just left it. I wonder what the apartment owners would think?
Anyway, Richard drove me off to Wes's house. When we entered the rich side of NYC, I started to panic. Was Wes rich? Of course he was dummy his parents own some multi-billionaire company. Was I going to have to be one of those prissy rich wives? Probably. We're his parents going to think I was only marring him for his money? I don't know.
I was so into asking my self questions I didn't notice Richard pull into a mansion
Wow.
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