Peaceful had been the best way to describe your life up until you found yourself sitting next to the man you loathed since you were 14.

Austin and you were hip to hip, both coming from wealthy, charismatic families. He treated you like a best friend, perhaps more until middle school arrived and he treated you like a fan, an unworthy human. Being as your friendship and contact had come to a screeching halt, you found yourself intrigued as to why this man had begged you over the phone to meet him in a secluded diner.

“One of my lunatic ex girlfriends will not leave me be, and my family is pressuring me to wed a woman. If I cannot find one, they’ll send me off with her…” he began, only fuelling your confusion and urgency to hear the underlining message in his words.

“I need you to be my contract wife. Four years. $570 a week. As much as your name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, you’ve known me better than anyone, you’ve known my secrets better than anyone. I…” he trailed off, but proceeding. “…I trust you more than my ex. More than anyone else I know…so please” he gave you a look. that look. The pleasing look which doesn’t fit his stone cold features. He needs you..yearns for you…even if it is just a contract.