The Marriage Deal

I. Am. Screwed.
I wrote an email to my grumpy, snobby bosshole asking him to marry me. For a substantial amount of money, of course. I’m not cheap. It was just a joke my friend, and I played. But I was drunk, broke, broken-hearted, and not thinking clearly.

And accidentally hit send.
Instead of firing me, he accepts my insane proposal. He wants a marriage deal. My hand in marriage so he can access his inheritance. A year of pretending to be married. What’s the harm in it? It’s not as if he likes me or is obsessed with me…