Chapter 2

Terms & Conditions The butterflies Camilla felt disappeared as soon as they had come. Once she heard that statement, the electricity that pulsated with life died. Her brain was struggling to process that fact that just happened. "What?" She was astounded. That was the last thing she had imagined she would hear today. She had not even imagined it at all. "What?" She asked again. "This must be a joke. It's a joke right?" "You heard me," he said coolly, letting go of her arm. "Marry me and all your problems will be solved." "It's a joke, right?" She repeated, staring at him with a raise of her eyebrows. "I am afraid it is not a joke darling," Logan smiled. "I am very serious. I'm always serious when talking business." "Business?" She scoffed. "Yes," he said, still smiling. "This is business. Very serious business in fact." Logan had never had the intention of getting married. He was someone who preferred changing women like he changed his underwear. He hated commitment and was a certified playboy. He could not count the number of women whose hearts he had broken. However, his playboy days had to be numbered by his father. Logan's father knew he was going to die soon and had told Logan that if he did not get married within six months, he would take all his inheritance and transfer it to his older sister and her husband. With the extravagant lifestyle he lived, Logan knew his savings were not going to last him for a very long time. If he decided to start a business with it, it was going to take a while before he reaped the fruits of his labour. As much as he did not like the idea of being dependent, Logan knew that he needed to continue to run his father's business like he was doing now so he could stay in wealth. Getting a wife was the only way he could do it and he did not want a clingy wife, hence the need for a contract wife. "You must be very crazy." Camilla's tears had turned into mad laughter. Her stomach hurt from the sudden burst of laughter that had come from her. She had no idea she was capable of spreading her mouth open in a few for the next few days. "Who the hell do you think you are? And marry you? What sort of sick joke is that?" "It is not a joke." He adjusted his sitting position, making sure to relax into the seat. "I am very serious about this." Camilla could not control her laughter. She wheezed painfully as the situation was beyond hilarious. "Marry you?" She asked. "Why on earth will I do that? Why would you even think of proposing that to a stranger? You don't know me, I don't know you." "Well, we don't know each other. But people meet one day and eventually get married," Logan said. "You meet a guy today at a restaurant, he walks over and the two of you talk and laugh. You are strangers, but you want a second date with him and he wants it too. And one day, you two are no longer strangers but are dating. Eventually, some of that leads into marriage." "Yeah well, when they met their spouses it was not some random guy at the cafe who commands them to marry them saying he would solve their problems." "I didn't command you," Logan rolled his eyes. "I just gave a solution and if it makes you feel better, you will be solving my problems too." "I'm not interested in your problems," Camilla said standing up. "Listen to me first," Logan sighed. Camilla did not know what possessed her but she took a seat. "I'm listening." "I have to get married within six months but I don't want to get married," he began. "Then don't get married," Camilla shrugged. "It's complicated," Logan replied. "I have no choice or I'm doomed." "Um, okay?" Camilla answered, finding it strange. How would someone be doomed just because of not getting married? It was not like he was a female who had to get married because age was not on their side. She was still waiting for him to explain the part where he said he was going to solve her problems because her current predicament did not seem like something someone could solve. "I've been thinking about it for a while and decided that I would pretend to get married when I'm not. It's simple, we have a contract saying that you will be my girlfriend and wife eventually. For a certain period of time." Logan paused and took a look at her. Her expression was unreadable and after trying too hard to decipher what she was thinking, he gave up and continued. "During this period, I will cover all your expenses and also pay you a hefty sum if you agree to be my wife." "Oh... What else?" Camilla probed. It was unreasonable and she knew she was not going to agree to it. Yet she wondered why she still sat there listening to him. "You are free to do whatever you want honestly. The marriage isn't real so you can do anything you want in life. I am not going to restrict you." "Is that all?" She asked. "Well as my wife you will have to live with me to make the ruse believable," Logan shrugged. "What do you say?" He asked. "You are crazy," Camilla sighed, shaking her head. "Very crazy." Logan shrugged. "Agreed. But you'll do it right?" "No," Camilla said. "Thank you for making me laugh though. Your thinking process is amusing." Logan shrugged and scribbled his number on a napkin. He pushed it towards her. "I'm glad you find my thought process amusing." He paused and looked around. " Think about my offer though. I'll give you half an upfront payment if you agree. I'm sure you don't want your loved one to die because you couldn't afford surgery." With that, he stood up and walked out of the cafe.