5. The Contract Proposal

ISABELLA'S POV:

"Next!!!!" I bellowed, signaling for the next applicant to come in. "Hey, mama! Long time, I missed you" he waved as he took his seat opposite me.

I shot him a disgusted look. Was I blind when I hooked up with this riffraff-looking junkie? "Omg! Florence, what have I done?" I lamented, smacking my hand against my forehead.

Florence laughed hysterically in a corner. She's been my best friend since childhood, and she's also single. She won't stop teasing me for coming up with this fake marriage idea. I had gathered all the guys I had previously hooked up with so they could check the contract, and I could pick the best match. However, it's quite funny that out of all the five guys I had interviewed, none of them is willing to sign the contract. Florence said it's a humorous contract, but I think it's perfect!

"What! This is a rubbish contract. Isabella you're crazy!" the last guy tossed the document at me rudely and made his way out of my office.

"Damn you, freaking loser!" I cursed, and Florence burst into another hysterical laughter, rolling on the tiled floor.

"Shut up, Florence. It's actually not funny!" I snapped at her.

"Oh! My dear Isabella, take heart," she said, finally stopping the laughter. She walked closer to me, taking a seat on the office desk directly facing me.

She continued, "You see, those contract rules and regulations – you need to reconsider rewriting them. I know you think men can do anything for money, but to be sincere, most men won't do things that affect their ego and pride unless they're desperate. All the guys you brought here are not poor; they are good men, and according to them, they hooked up with you because they wanted a serious relationship, not to sign some humorous contract."

"Well noted, but I will not change anything in this contract form, okay?" I insisted stubbornly.

"Well, then you shall give love a chance or never have access to the grand vault. And, by the way, are you serious about hooking up with just five men? Isabella, I don't freaking believe you."

"Oh gosh, you are so annoying! Yes, it's five, or wait, I think six."

"So why is the sixth guy not here?" she inquired curiously and also excitedly.

"He's got some attitude; he's definitely never going to agree to the contract," I replied, thinking about Liam. He's actually very cute; a soft smile curled up my lips.

"Did you just smile? Bestie, you like him!" Florence exclaimed excitedly. She's such a happy soul. She began to tickle my ribs. "Stop it, girl!" I said amidst laughter, enjoying the playful moment.

"Girl, you should talk to the last guy. Who knows, he may agree. Don't give up, okay?" she said, suddenly stopping the tickling.

" I don't know how to reach him; I met him randomly in a club. His name is Liam, though, that's the only thing I know about him," I replied.

"Finding him shouldn't be a problem. I have got to go, babe. I'm definitely branching McDonald's; I'm as hungry as heck! Well, I'll take this copy in case I find a match for you, hahaha hahaha," she teased, tossing the contract form into her bag and taking her leave.

Liam's POV:

I ran after the library girl but couldn't find her anywhere.

"Shit!" I mumbled, stamping my leg on the ground."She's gone," Rocky said in a disappointed voice. Rocky's control over me these days has been strong, and sincerely I'm fed up.

"She's my mate. I wasn't even able to ask for her name," he lamented sadly. I had known Rocky to be a womanizer, but I had never seen him feel so heartbroken because of a girl. I could feel his pain surging through me.

"What do you mean she's your mate? Have you forgotten I have just one body? I haven't dealt with my fated mate, and here you are talking rubbish about another mate," I snapped at him.

"I'm not joking. She's my mate, and I feel bad for chasing her away with my usual playboy attitude," Rocky said.

"Let's go grab some food," I suggested, trying to comfort Rocky.

I walked out of campus and took a taxi to the nearest McDonald's, which is a 20-minute ride from my school. I alighted from the taxi and walked towards the entrance of the McDonald's building.

As I opened the door, a tall slender lady bumped into me, and we both fell abruptly on the ground. Her bag flew into the air, scattering every paper and items in it onto the floor.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am!" I apologized, quickly getting up and extending my hands to the lady, which she grabbed and used as support to get up from the ground.

"It's cool. I bumped into you; it's my fault. No, no, no, don't worry, I'll get them myself," she exclaimed as she saw me picking up her belongings, which scattered carelessly across the ground.

"No, it's no problem," I assured her, flashing a sweet smile. "Thank you," she said, dusting off the dirt on her dress.

"Why do you seem to be bumping into every woman these days? I hope you won't end up in her bedroom too, hahaha," Rocky teased.

"Shut up, Rocky!" I snapped, trying to direct my focus on a paper that grabbed my attention.

As I picked up the scattered papers, my eyes caught sight of a headline that piqued my curiosity.

"Fake Marriage Contract Proposal With Isabella Sinclair."

Isabella Sinclair? That arrogant rich woman?Is proposing a fake marriage contract? Interesting!