I can't resist A hopeful story.

Why me. Why out of all people it had to be me and him. His sexy smirk, his stunning eyes. The man I promised myself to not get close to and yet I'm now his bride Shit your probably lost, let's rewind to two weeks ago. I just graduated high school. (about) didn't have a job but you know it was the summer a job would accept me soon right? Though my family didn't approve of my job choices. MC Daisy's, Dollar Usual, Big stuff, the average Joe starter jobs. That's where I had been applying to. My family owns a company and were expecting me to get a job their or school for business, but nope I want to live what the average young adult life. My mom having been born into rich money and then married for even more rich money couldn't see me working so hard just for a "low class" job. She reached out to some friends and family. Aka more rich people about how I should live myyy life. They came up with the idea of "She can't be poor if she marries rich" they had a few Batchelors in mind but one stook out as my childhood friend. They were very mistaken. sure HE came to "visit" me, but what he really did was antagonize me and come over just to f**k with me or watch me fail. Luckly for me around the 4th grade he moved to go to a more private school, one you had to have good grades for. So it's been years since I seen him. When he left I promised myself to forget him and the trauma he brought and if I saw him as an adult or he came back to completely shut him out. Fast forward to this idea my mom had. She reached out to him offering a "house wife" one of those in the kitchen and cleaning ones, as she thought that's what I'd be doing anyway. all he had to do was pay for any living expenses and marry her. Two weeks later of my graduation I'm told to dress fancy for a family dinner. She didn't inform me it was not just our family. I still living with my mom and siblings wasn't really a choice to go or not. I get dressed in a fancy dress as the restaurant we usually go to is Formal wear. I get there and I notice it's not just our family. There is another set of old people about the age of my parents and a couple of people who look to be about me and my siblings age. I sit down and here's what happens. "Oh my dear Rosie you have been searching so hard for a job I figured I'd ask around"-my mom. I sighed "go on" "well these nice people have a position for a maid, now I know it's not the exact work you were looking for but hear me out. It pays about the same and they'll ask you to do the same jobs as you would your `low class` jobs and pays about the same. " mother dearest explains. "how so what's the gig?" she blinks a bit as she doesn't understand young poor only old rich. "if your asking how their similar it's simple. you deal with their guests like one does customers and you clean like one does janitor and cook like your fast food establishments. " I face palm knowing that it's not the same. "look dear I don't like your low class options but I did the best I could and I even got you a contract you can sign. today and have the job as soon as tomorrow. " I blinked twice "that's.. if I accept this you better not intefere with my life my jobs or anything after other then being my mother and existing. " she looked hurt "im hurt all I'm doing is looking out for you. " I held my ground "promise me." she nodded then did our family promise shake. After all that I finally paid attention to the area around me. Most people paid no attention to me and moms conversation by the looks of it. everyone was chatting about food or the newest trends. except for one guy who just sat on his phone. didn't seem like this was his type of gig either, looked familiar though I couldn't put why. after work all put out orders in I ask "so where this contract. " thinking about looking at it and start reading it though it's a hefty book. My mom was drilling into my skull for me to sign it. so I skimmed and read what I thought to be the usual important parts. what's exsoected of me, how long the contract is how much I'm paid which it just put any exspences necessary plus 200 every other week for self necessitys. it even had health care and retirement plan. Everything looked normal at least on the pages I was told to sign. after I signed my mom and the other old people shouted "Congratulations Rosie and Damien!" I was instantly confused. "what do you mean?! congratulations? " my mom looks at me and goes "what did you not read the fine print dear? " I was taken aback a bit "my dear you and Damien are getting married! " I blinked. "I don't follow. " the guy who had been on his phone the entire time looked up for the first time. confused but then seemed to understand the situation. to which he then turned to me and pauser when he saw me. to which I paused when I saw him. Damien Drake I recognized him as the kid who traumatized my childhood till the 4th grade. he may have gotten hotter but he still had his piercing gaze, it looks a lot darker then before. when he comes back to the world he starts chuckling with his raspy and husky voice "looks like you my dear Rosie just agreed to Mary me. what's it been 8 and half years? " "Damien be nice to your new bride. " says one of the old people presumably his parents. "mom no this is not what you told me! " I shout at her " she lookes at me worriedly "dear me and your father all ways tell you to read the fine print. " I take a deep breath in "mom I figured you fine toothed it so there wasn't any trickery happening after all you were being so nice. " she takes a sip of wine "well dear I'm not gonna hold your hand all the time especially with the promise we made. " I ball my fist up really wishing for a stress ball. "so what now I love with him or am I to stay home till the wedding? " mom looks shocked and so do the other parents. "we didn't think of that... Damien what do you think? " he grinns and says "I think as soon as possible would be great. after all we should*catch up* before the wedding day. " the parents agree and in my anger I just ask for the address "I'm feeling quite weary after all this celebration I'm going to head home... You all enjoy the food. " I say and start to leave by myself to which just as I get out the door I hear "wait up doll! " I pause and look into Damiens eyes glaring the full time. "look if your heading home so am I, after all I have the key to the house and a car to get there. " he says pulling out his keychain and hitting his car lock button. *Beep beep* I sigh and just get in the car. Though when he gets in he gives me the impression of a puppy compared to the emo pain "here we are" With that you are all caught up.