As I drive across town, I wonder just what in the hell I'm doing. I receive a random call from a stranger asking to meet me and I just decide to follow through? Why could I have thought this was a good idea?

My mind is now playing out twenty different scenarios of how things could go wrong. I imagine my body being found in the dumpster, clippings from a newspaper about a stupid girl who decided to meet a stranger who was planning on killing her.

I shake off my overactive imagination and rationalize the situation. He wouldn't have asked me to meet him in a restaurant, presumably full of people if he was planning on hurting me.

Besides, the man said he had a deal that could benefit me. That's what I was doing this for, curiosity at what he could possibly offer me.

I walk into the cafe I was instructed to meet him at and realize I have no idea who I am looking for. All I know is his name, Bellamy Blake. I inspect the people sitting at the table. No one seems too suspicious, although you can't always tell.

"Miss Griffin?" I spin around as I hear my name being called. The source of the noise is coming from a table for two, so I walk cautiously closer and get a better look at who I presume to be Bellamy Blake.

He appears to be slightly older than I am, perhaps 28. He has flawless olive skin and dark curly hair, and a face like an angel, and from what I can tell, his body is just as attractive. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find him very attractive.

He is also dressed very formally in a suit and tie.

I look down at my sweater and leggings; I hadn't realized this was that serious of a business meeting.

"Alright, what is this all about?" I ask as I sit down.

Mr. Blake folds his hands. "I'm sorry if the circumstances of us meeting made you feel uncomfortable. The utmost secrecy of this is very necessary as you will see." What is he on about? Some sort of spy mission?

"First, let me tell you a little about myself; it will give you a more accurate picture." I nod, as Mr. Blake continues, lowering his voice. "I consider myself married to my work. I am incredibly dedicated, and I put as much time as I possibly can into it. I don't care much for money, even though I have plenty of it, and I'm not interested in having a relationship. It is my goal to be CEO of the company I work for and eventually conglomerate it with several other companies."

He looks carefully at me to make sure I am catching all of this. "I recently found out that at the end of next year the current CEO will be retiring, but I will be looked over as a replacement because they want a "family man" type of person. They need someone who not only is dedicated to their work, but also their personal life."

He glances at me to see if I understand where he is going with this. Realizing that I don't, he continues. "If I lose this chance for CEO, I might have to wait twenty years till the next one retires. I can't let this opportunity pass me by." His voice gets quieter.

"I think we can both benefit each other. If we get married-" My eyes widen and I choke briefly on my water. He notices my outburst, but ignores it. "I will no doubt receive the promotion, and I will pay you a considerable amount of money per month we must fake a relationship."

At first, I'm not sure how to react. Can he be serious? I cross my arms. "Is this some weird form of prostitution? Paying me to be married to you?" Mr. Blake shakes his head. "Of course not. From the outside, our relationship may look like normal, but it will be strictly business. No sexual relations."

"What makes you think that I of all people would do this? How in the hell did you even find me? I don't even know who you are." He gives me a calm look. "I happen to know you through my work. Last year you were the one who came to give the company physicals. When I was faced with this predicament, I started digging into who would be a viable option for helping me, and I recalled you."

I scoff slightly. This man seems like a total robot, not to mention a little creepy. He leans closer. "I happen to know that you have a substantial amount of debt. Med school isn't cheap, huh? Especially when you aren't in as high of a pay grade as you thought you would be." His words don't seem threatening, but somehow concerned.

"We can mutually benefit each other." He looks very desperate at this point. "We get married, I get the promotion. You get the money to pay off your debts." I sit back in my chair. I can't believe I'm actually considering this. Is is completely reckless of me to consider a marriage simply for the money?

"Fine."

"You'll do it?" Mr. Blake practically leaps forward and hugs me.

"Whoa, calm down. I didn't say that." I cut him off. "I'll consider it. Give me a couple days to think it through." I give him my phone and he puts his number in. "I'll call you when I've decided."