His Mail Order Bride.

u do somethin

down. Gripping the glass of whisky in my hand very tightly, I try to appear nonchalant as I reply, "Don

ut, his loud voice booming through the entire bar it ma

" Greg spoke up, hands wrapped around the w

o blow up." I had a made a post the night before requesting for a mail order bride only for me to wake up this morning and see

he wife of a billionaire?" Greg replied, grin

eady took it down. By tomorrow, I'll make a post to

ations in your email right now. Why don't you have some fun with it? You haven't be

st asked. I know a dozen ladies who would be willing t

ter what it did to me years ago. I clench my jaw, not wanting to think about that. Athough I do need one right now because

I stand up to my feet. "I have

back down. I push away his hand, paying for my drink. Staring at the neon

club, using the private exit to get out. Stepping out on the entrance, I watch as my c

seat, a sigh escaping my lips. The drive home is listless as I gaze out the window, occasionally checking my phone. Though th

gramme had people speculating we were in a relationship. Evelyn was a famous interior designer and the media had made it look like we were close. A wave of an

cheating. Now she's telling the world that there could be something between us. T

n the lights easing the strain on my eyes, I trudge to the fridge to get a b

thing to do, I turn on my laptop and start to catch up on work. It doesn't take long for m

I start to read a few and before long, I'm laughing like a maniac. Their emails are witty and filled with flirtatious remarks

ything I've read earlier. It's straight to the point and feels business like. Though the writer had clearly state

. She must not be well known. I plan to ignore it once more when my phone buzzes. It's a mess

good together. By the way, I met your mother earlier this week! She's such an amazing person. She i

, that's it. I need to end this before it gets out of hand. I turn back to

tion ap