Marry Me For Money

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cing the most important decision of my life. It was one of those roc

drink,”

de woman sitting on a leather couch across

me and smiled.

h it for me. She was a guest. She returned a minute later with a margarita, the rim of

aid, unable to r

rran. If you need anythin

he flirting. I wasn’t in the mood to fl

give us a minu

d of loud music coming from the top deck reminded me this was a party. As if I needed the thumping music as a reminder. Zach Bailey, my best friend in the world

eside mine. “Get loose. This is my birth

d,” I lied. “I needed a

around as if you are personally re

I don’t want to be a

arty with excellent food catered by one of the top chefs in the city and a lot of alcohol. I heard a splash and knew so

do that,” Z

walking in front o

r, shake off the wo

I was wearing. Bathing suits we

t,” I s

ou’d get that pretty little

ts. When I was going to a formal business meeting, it was usually gelled back. On a normal day at the office,

lue-eyed friend. Although celebrating his thirty-second

ting bodies on the makeshift dancefloor. I could hear more splashing and k

ssing Zach on the mouth before running her

inning li

that?”

a shoulder.

alarming. I was sure some of the bathing suits the women were wearing

were beautiful women and being on the water. It was a little hard to

real drink

a couple people I do know,”

e festivities. I was usually the life of the party, but today, it just seemed like another day ticking away until

ed his elbows on the railing bes

t about your dad’s

ot upset, a li

think that’s

d turned to look at him. “I stand to lose all this or get saddled

I wouldn’t expect you to. I think you need

ife would just add a dose of drama. I don’t want a relation

r cheating or having a wa

irting with an attractive woman if I want to. I don’