What the fuck is wrong with me? Yeah, I don't know either. I'm not supposed to be writing right now, since I'm leaving for a week in a few days, but my friend Morgan pushed me into writing this new story. My idea came from the movie, "The Proposal". So it will loosely be based on that. And it also won't end like the movie did, if it did, the story would be done in like 2.4 chapters. Anyways, enjoy. Please let me know what you think.

Xx Nathalie

--X--

Lucas Scott woke up to the piercing sound of his alarm clock. Waking up at 5:00 a.m. had become some what of a ritual. He had just gotten out of college and was one of the lucky ones to have been placed immediately in a job. He wanted to believe that the job had been given to him because of his gift of writing, but he very well knew that his professor had a thing for blondes. Lucas had grown up playing basketball, and 4 years ago, he would have bet all the money in the world that he would be playing for the NBA right now. Of course, things change, and when he discovered that he had extracted a family heart condition, his dream was thrown in the trash.

So now he found himself working for one of the highest regarded production companies in the world. When he told most people about his job, they quickly assumed that he must be one of the script writers, or better yet, the script supervisor. Well, don't be quick to assume. His professor, Victoria Davis, pulled some strings to get him into the company. After all, it wasn't hard for her. She was the mother of the owner of the company.

The owner of the company. Brooke Davis. She was not much older than Lucas. But in her short twenty three years of age had already accomplished, and obtained more money than most millionaires ever will. She, unlike Lucas, had grown up a very privileged life. When she was only four, her mother discovered that she would not be able to have any more children. Her parents were devastated. They both yearned for a boy that would be able to continue running the family company.

But Brooke proved to be somewhat of a child prodigy. She quickly began the long training that would prepare her for the overwhelming duty of running the most regarded production company in the industry. In two years she produced more box office hits than any other production company in the past. In two short years she bought out Warner Brothers, Universal, and Screen Gems. She was what most people would call an intimidating, stuck up, privileged, conceited, bitch. And by most people, I mean Lucas.

He was her assistant. Victoria, having fallen in love with the young boy, had come up with a fool proof plan to get her daughter to fall madly in love with him. Thus, he would marry into the company, and she would have the son she always dreamed of. But, like you will soon learn, dreams scarcely come true.

After one short date, Brooke swore that she would never have anything to do with Lucas, outside of work. She hated his sense of humor. Hated how cocky he was. Hated how stubborn he was. Hated how he didn't look at the financial aspects of life. Hated that he spent way too much time reading. Hated the fact that her mother was obsessed with him. Hated his repulsive smoking habit. Hated the fact that he had no ambitions. Hated the fact that he came from the "sticks." Hated the way that after one short date he had the ability to read her.

So with that, they did all the could to stay out of each others way. Whenever he needed to tell her something, he simply sent her an IM. Whenever they had to go to a company meeting together, he made sure to stand in the opposite side of the room. And he always managed to find a temp that would bring her the coffee in the morning. He thought he had his life under control. Everything going in place. You could say that he was getting used to going through the daily routine. Wake up, go to work, come home from work, catch some ESPN with Mouth and Skills, go to sleep, and start over again the next day. If only he could have seen what was coming in the future.

--X--

"Lucas!" Brooke shrilled from her office, shuffling through piles of scripts that were littering her desk.

"Yeah?" He asked nonchalant, poking his head into her office.

"Where is the script for Micheal's movie?!" Brooke asked, not looking up from her desk. Completely unaware of the smirk Lucas had on his face. He loved it when things didn't go her way, absolutely loved it.

"Have you checked your desk?" He asked, giving her a curious look. As if he was completely unaware that she had been doing just that for the last ten minutes.

Brooke stopped. Finally pealing her eyes away from the clutter, only to purse her lips in disgust when her eyes met his. "What does this look like to you?" She hissed, signaling in frustration towards her desk.

"A mess."

"Lucas." She sighed, rubbing her temples in a frugal attempt to calm herself down. "Not today. Please." She finished, turning back towards the papers, looking through them with more ease.

"I have a copy. You can just use mine."

"You could have just told me that when you first made your presence known." She scuffed, sitting back on her chair, arms crossed against her chest. Uncontentious making her breasts look as if they were about to pop out of her dress.

Lucas couldn't help but notice this. After all, he was a man. He might hate her guts, but he wasn't about to deny the fact that she was probably the sexiest woman he had ever seen. "You didn't ask me if I had a copy though. Did you?" He calmly explained, pealing his eyes from her chest.

"I swear to God. If it wasn't for my mother loving your royal dick of an ass, you would so be gone right now." She hissed, getting up from her chair and making her way towards him. Her long legs getting her across the room in a few steps.

"Well, aren't we feisty today?" He laughed, unconsciously stepping forward, so their chests were almost touching.

"Just get me my script." She hissed. The words coming out in a toxic mixture of hate and lust. She may hate him, but something about him had the power to make every last nerve in her body awake and humming.

"Please?" He teased, watching her jaw clench.

"Go!" She screamed, rolling her eyes in frustration. Watched him laugh as he walked out the door. God. She really hated him.

--X--

Brooke walked in the conference room that was over looking the busy New York streets. She knew everyone in the room. She had grown up surrounded by these men. Having endless play dates with their daughters. Unaware that one day she would own them all.

"Hello everyone." Brooke greeted in her sensual raspy voice. Unwillingly driving all the middle aged men in the room crazy. "You can all sit down." She instructed, as she shook hands with a few business partners she had not seen in years.

"As you all may know," She began, taking a sip of her glass of water. As she always did when she was about to deliver a long speech. "This is one of the biggest movies we have ever gotten the opportunity to produce." She continued, making sure to make eye contact with every single living body in the room.

"She's sooooooooo hot." Whispered a young intern to Lucas, whom was standing in the back of the room, trying to record all that Brooke was saying.

"She's also a bitch." He mumbled, jokingly nudging the young man in the shoulder.

"So what? I'd put up with it to get some of that ass." He laughed, causing a few of the men in the room to turn around, giving scolding looks.

"So as I said," Brooke continued, unaware of what was being said, but still managing to give Lucas one of her oh-so-famous death glares. "We really need to throw everything we have into this." She laughed, playfully flipping her hair. "Michael, would you be willing to tell them more about the script?" She asked the raven haired man next to her.

"I'd love to." He replied, giving her a small wink, which made her already blushed cheeks a darker shade of scarlet.

"Like Brooke previously stated," he began. Brooke no longer following anything that he was saying. Her full attention on the doodles that Lucas had drawn all over the script. Almost every page seemed to have some sort of cartoon, or jack ass joke about Brooke. She continued to flip through it, her face getting reader and reader by the second. Unaware that Micheal had been saying her name for the last few seconds.

"Brooke?" He asked again, this time slightly nudging her arm with his. "Are you okay?" He asked, not being able to ignore the fact that she looked as if she was about to explode.

"Oh, what? Yeah." Brooke laughed, shaking her head at the ridiculous notion that something could possibly be wrong.

"Alright then." He smiled, deciding to continue with what he was saying.

"You. My office. Now." Brooke mouthed across the room, in the direction of Lucas. Who had a sarcastic "I don't know what you're talking about," face. "Now!" She mouthed, quickly smiling at the curious glances some of the men were giving her.

--X--

"Could you be more immature!?" Brooke screamed once her and Chad were locked in her office.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." He simply responded, sitting himself down on her couch, plopping a jelly bean into his mouth.

"Oh of course. So I'm sure you wouldn't be the one that drew all this bullshit!?" Brooke replied, lowering her voice on the word "shit," as she watched the shadow of someone walk by.

"Oh yeah, these." He laughed, picking up the script from the floor. As if he really had been clueless to what she was talking about earlier.

"I swear. This is the last straw. You're-" Brooke stopped herself mid sentence. Her mind unable to comprehend the visual messages her eyes were sending. "Mother?" She gasped, it had been exactly three years since she had seen her mother in the flesh. It was like a demon escaping from Hell, to say the least.

"Hello, daughter." Victoria nodded, acknowledging Brooke's presence as if she had last seen her daughter a few minutes ago. "Lucas! Look at you!" Victoria beamed, pulling Lucas into warm hug. "I swear, you get more handsome by the day!" Gushed Victoria, scanning over Lucas' body. Not being able to rid herself of the ridiculous grin on her face.

"I can say the same thing about you." Lucas winked, throwing Brooke a chastising smirk that went unnoticed by Victoria.

"Oh, you devil!" Victoria giggled, before becoming slightly more serious and turning her attention towards the disgusted Brooke.

"What do you want?" Brooke sighed, turning around and making her way towards the desk. Hoping and praying that her mother would leave as quickly as she came.

"Lucas, could you give us a minute?" Victoria asked, shifting her glance from her daughter back to the blue eyed man that was standing by the door.

"Sure thing." He nodded, swiftly turning around and exiting.

"You may be wondering why I'm here-"

"Victoria, just get to the point." Brooke snapped, turning her laptop on. Trying to show as little interest as physically possible.

"Well, since you are just dying to know," Victoria began, making sure her words were laced with an undeniable amount of sarcasm. "When your father handed the company to you, he made a few things clear. And some things, he did not." Victoria paused, noticing Brooke's body slightly tense, who was now curious to hear what her mother had to say. "It has been brought to my attention, that there are a few small things you are to do if you want to continue to have ownership of the company." Victoria finished, watching Brooke begin to get aggravated.

"Spit it out, Victoria." Brooke urged, slamming her laptop closed, and placing her hands across her chest, as she did earlier.

"You have to get married in two weeks." Victoria calmly explained.

"Excuse me?" Brooke stuttered, not fully sure she had heard her mother correctly.

"Your twenty fourth birthday is two weeks from now. You have to be married by then." Victoria explained once again, fiddling with the pens on Brooke's desk.

"This has to be a joke." Brooke gasped, now getting up from her chair, anxiously walking in circles around her desk.

"I wish it were, darling." Victoria clapped, getting up from her chair and walking towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Brooke shrieked, suddenly beginning to panic. This could not be happening to her. She hadn't been on a date in God knows how long. She didn't like men. She despised them. She loved the freedom of being single. This was not happening. It couldn't be.

"I'm going out to lunch." Victoria laughed, waving Brooke away like she usually did.

"But, but... I don't even have a boy friend!" Brooke mumbled into her hands, falling back onto the couch.

"There is someone." Victoria began, walking back towards where Brooke was sitting. Brooke suddenly turning all her attention back to her mother. "Have you ever thought about Lucas?" Victoria asked, watching her daughter's face contort between shock and amusement.

"As in Scott?" Brooke laughed. Surely her mother had to be kidding. "As if."

"No one said it had to be forever." Victoria shrugged, beginning to get irritated by her daughter's ignorance. "Get married for a few months, then divorce. It didn't say anywhere in the document that it had to be a ten year ordeal." Victoria continued, secretly hoping inside that this could somehow turn into that dream that she once had. Lucas Davis-Scott. No two last names could ever sound better together.

"Mother, I don't-"

"Love him? Oh cry me a damn river Brooke. I didn't love your father, but I sucked it up. Listen. Both your father and I really enjoy him. If you're going marry someone you don't love, make it someone your parents do." Victoria finished, gently patting Brooke's knee as she got up from the couch. "I want a decision by tonight." Victoria ordered, before walking out of the office.

--X--

"Lucas, can you come in here for a second?" Brooke tirelessly sighed into the phone receiver that was connected to a speaker on Lucas' desk.

"Brooke, I'm kinda busy right now." Lucas replied, organizing some papers that were to be sent out to potential clients.

"Lucas, please." She whispered, before putting the phone down and beginning her nervous habit of tapping her foot against the dark red carpeted floor.

"Hey." He nervously smiled, making his way across the room, sitting in a chair opposite of Brooke.

"You really want a promotion, don't you?" Brooke asked, keeping her eyes on the blackberry she was frantically holding between her hands.

"Yeah... dude if this is about the drawings-" Lucas began, but quickly stopped when he saw Brooke shake her head for him to stop.

"You know this company is important to me, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Good." Brooke nodded, now fixing her gaze on the man before her. "I need your help."

"You're not going to ask me to kill someone, are you?" He asked skeptically, half serious, half jokingly. After all, Brooke Davis was the Devil.

Brooke simply rolled her eyes. The more he talked the less she wanted to go through with this. This man was an absolute moron. There was no way in Hell she could marry him. She quickly shook the thoughts out of her head, and tried to plaster on a fake smile. "No, I want to make you a proposition." She whispered, scooting forward on her chair, waving Lucas' to scoot closer.

"Okay." He nodded.

"I will give you the position of head script supervisor, if you do one little thing for me." Brooke smiled seductively, sometimes she really did thank God for the glorious gift he had blessed her with.

"What's the thing?" Lucas asked, obviously agitated. He wasn't a very patient person, and the suspense Brooke had quickly created was killing him.

"You marry me."

"You're kidding, right?" He began to laugh, but stopped almost immediately when he saw the scolding look Brooke gave him. "No way in Hell!" Lucas laughed once again, beginning to get up from the chair.

"Lucas. Stop." Brooke asked, finding herself following him to the door, quickly jumping in between him and the exit.

"No way, Brooke." He repeated once again, this time no longer laughing.

"Lucas, it would only be for a few weeks. Nothing big. No one would know." She coaxed, watching him give her an extremely skeptical look.

"Why me?"

Brooke felt herself give out a sigh. This was hurting her pride more than she thought possible. "Because," she stopped. Closing her eyes and thinking of the best way to put this. "My parents basically love you more than they do me."

Lucas could see how much this was causing her, and he immediately began to feel bad for her. He had never seen Brooke Davis with her guard down. Had never seen her have to depend on someone. An incredibly, he found it kind of beautiful.

"No games?"

"No games."

"And once we're married you won't take back your promise for the promotion?" He asked, even though he already knew that Brooke was a woman of her word.

"Promise." Brooke smiled.

"And one last thing?" Lucas asked, suddenly looking at Brooke in a way that Brooke had never seen him do before. The same way that a lot of the men in the conference room looked at her. The lust in his eyes suddenly present.

"Uh, yeah." She nodded, not sure of what else he could possible want.

"I get to pick out the lingerie for the wedding night." He teased, watching her quickly become the Brooke Davis he had become accustomed to.

"Get the fuck out of my office!" She gasped, pushing him out with as much strength as her petite body could manage to summon up. She really hated him.