Her Not So Perfect Man

Her Not So Perfect Man

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'Hello', a manly voice resonated in the air. Hello, I answered back. 'Can I speak to Maria', I said. The husky voice, "errr, may I know who is speaking". "This is Megan here" I said hesistatingly. I wanted to keep the phone as I was pretty nervous talking to him. I had been to an optic shop previously that day where I had come across a magazine meant for the newbies in the modelling industry and there I had found a photo of a dashing young man followed by his phone number. I just wanted to hear the voice of this handsome hunk. So I came up with an idea of calling him and asking to speak to a fake person to make him believe I dialled a wrong number...... *********** Megan meets the man of her dreams who turns out to be the epitome of gentleness, the way she had imagined. Was she really so lucky or something else was coming her way.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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