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• Chapter 2 •

"I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you."

Noah

"Don't you want the coffee shop? So listen to me. I need you to be secure that's why I am telling you to propose and get married to your girlfriend," Dad patiently explains for the hundredth time.

Doesn't he understand that I don't need a wife to run the coffee shop efficiently?

"Yeah, Dad," I grumble under my breath.

"Good boy. So when you come here next week you guys should be engaged, okay?"

Oh fuck no. Elle, who was my girlfriend till last week, broke up with me because I was clingy and wanted to marry her. Apparently she wanted a friend with benefits, nothing more. How the fuck was I now supposed to marry her?

"Yeah," I sigh silently.

He ends the call but my mind was racing. Now how do I marry someone who only fucking wants to fuck around and nothing more?

The coffee shop is bustling today and I am just sitting thinking about how fucked I am. If only I fake marry someone to show my parents then once I get the coffee shop under my control I can tell them that she died or something like that. Why not, right?

Now I just need to find a perfect fake person to marry. I love my life.

Currently I am staring at random girls walking into the coffee shop. Um, right now I see a kinda cute girl with her long honey brown hair in a high ponytail, she's around my height and is with her friend, sister, girlfriend or whoever it is, approaching the coffee shop. Her friend had shoulder-length blonde hair, blue or maybe grey eyes and is a few inches shorter than her.

The friend seems a little cheerful and I was definitely surprised that they came to me when I am not even the barista here. I am not complaining though because this gives me a perfect chance to closely observe my specimen, the cute girl that I might fake marry. From my observations, I can tell that she has a pair of hazel with maybe a tint of green, I can't really tell from the distance.

"What's cookin' good lookin', I am Emma and this is my life, Alexa-," the friend who was ever so flirty starts introducing my future fake wife, Alexa. An interesting name and could be a conversation starter, I guess.

She quickly corrects her friend, "Actually, Lexy." Now that I have heard her speak, I guess I could approach her as soon as possible.

Her friend says some more ridiculously flirtatious things but she is way too, I don't know, flirty for me.

An idea quickly pops into my head, why not write a little note on Alexa's coffee cup and completely creep her out? Yup, that is exactly what I am going to do.

After giving her the coffee, we have a small conversation before she walks back. She, most probably, reads the note and at once looks over at me and I smile a hopeful smile.


Walking over to table number seven, where Alexa is already sitting with an anxious look on her face.

I sit down, nervously and ask, "How are you?" Yeah, I know, that was so lame and I thought that this girl would say yes to my request. Who am I kidding when I always make a complete fool of myself?

"I'm fine. What did you want to tell me?" Alexa cut right to the point, the point which I am oh so dreading.

"Will you marry me?" I hate my fucking mouth. I probably scared the shit out of her by asking that. Poor girl.

Alexa instantly chokes on her coffee but she quickly takes a tissue and cleans herself up. After which she gasps, "What the fuck?" I totally understand her, I mean that was my reaction when dad told me that I had to get married.

I kinda correct myself with, "I am in a weird situation where I need a fake wife and I thought you could do that for me."

"I don't even know you."

"I don't know you either." What am I even saying?

"So..." She tries to tell me that my plan won't work but I have something that might encourage her.

"What about I fake propose to you, fake marry you, and we go on a fake honeymoon, and as a reward, I will give you 40% of the profit I make from this coffee shop?" Yes. I just agreed to give almost half of my profits to a random stranger that will act like my wife.

Her eyes went wide before answering, "I need to think about that?"

" I'm sorry but there's no time to think. If not you, then I need to find someone else. I am really desperate. At this point I just want to die." For a moment I slipped out of my usual cheerful personality. Life can get hard sometimes but I try to be grateful as I can.

"Okay i will be your fake... everything." Oh my God, God is on my fucking side. This beautiful girl has just agreed to be my fake... everything.

"Ahh thank you, m'lady." At that she chuckles and I like her already. Oh, I just remembered that I can't. This is fake.

"Just wait a second, let me ask Emma first." Oh, her flirty friend.

"She's your only friend, right? Because I don't want many people to know that we are fake."

"She's my only friend, because quality over quantity, amirite?"

"Absolutely right!" She thinks for a split second before she walks over to Emma. Before Alexa finished talking, Emma jumped onto Alexa and hugged her tightly.

"So where are you from?" I ask her.

"Originally from my mother's womb but she kicked me out when I didn't pay my rent for the ninth month," she answers matter of factly but I was laughing hysterically at her response.

We talk and exchange more info and I learn that she is a teacher. I know that my parents will be impressed with that. She is very fun to talk to and I am glad I chose her for this job. Before we ended our small conversation, I say, "So I am proposing on Friday so look pretty for it, okay?" Who in their actual mind says, 'look pretty for it'? That implies that she's not pretty and maybe I'm overthinking this but that's me.

"Yeah, aren't I always? Just kidding, I know I look like trash. Quick story, once I took a picture in front of a trash can and Emma asked why there were two garbage bins in one picture. Yeah, that happened," she said jokingly.

I crack up at that,"You look pretty dang cute in my very polite opinion."

Her cheeks quickly tint with a light pink as she responds with a smile, "I mean, you don't look too bad yourself."

With a hug we seal the deal.

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