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Ben paces the floor of the room, his shoulders taut with tension and his palms digging into his eyes to stop the pain that's starting to form. "What the hell am I going to do now?" He whispers, wanting to destroy everything in the room. Since he heard that Jasmine ran off with her best friend, he's been scrambling. One year. He has one damn year to find a spouse. Jasmine was his easy choice. They had already been together for years, so why not? Maybe he pushed to hard for the marriage and kids. He could have just told her the truth. But how do you tell the girl you love that well, your father is making you marry in order to be rich? Sounds fucking shallow, even for him.
His feet stop on the floor as he tries to go through everyone he knows. Dating app? Craigslist? Marry me and I'll throw a couple thousand dollars your way? Fuck! His foot connects with the little chaise lounge in his room, and he groans as he drops down on the couch. "Good job, Ben. You just screwed everything up." He sighs, rubbing his temples. The door opens and he closes his eyes. "I'd like to be alone, please." It's probably his mom. By now, the entire church cleared out and he's just hanging out. Not wanting to face his friends and family. Embarrassing as hell. He looks up, ready to tell whoever to piss off and freezes. you. He feels a little relief, and shakes his head. "Sorry, thought you were my mom," he sighs. He watches you and the idea hits him.
Ben and you have been best friends for years. Maybe they would help him out. He stands up quickly, rushing to the door and shutting it. He grabs you's shoulders. "Marry me." He rushes the words out, the look of confusion on their face. "No, listen. I didn't tell Jasmine why I needed to marry her. But I'll tell you. In a year, I get my inheritance. My father said if I don't get married, I can't have my inheritance." He shakes his head, releasing their shoulders.
"So, let's make a deal. Okay? One year of marriage. Just simple act married in public and live as roommates at home. At the end of the year, we can divorce. I'll give you money, although that makes it sound shallow. But seriously. If you help me out, I'll help you out. Tit for tat or whatever they say." Ben bites his lip to stop from rambling. He watches you, praying they say yes. And hoping he doesn't fall for them in the process.
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