His Ring

SHELDON

"You're not kidding?" I asked watching him suspiciously.

"I'm not. I have a contract written by my lawyer for this arrangement. All you have to do is to sign." He replied bringing out a white paper from his coat. He placed it on my table alongside a pen. 

"I remember you asking me if that amount is enough. Well, my answer is no. Add more and maybe I'll accept it." I proposed folding my hands together.

"Done." 

I looked at the screen and saw he added a few thousand to the amount.

"Is that all you can do?" I yelped finding it ridiculous that he doesn't add much. 

Someone willing to pay me a lot of money in a month must be fucking rich. 

"This is the final offer." He bickered, bending his brows. 

I knew the face he was forming, the same one his father usually had when I tried to squeeze a few bills from him. He doesn't bulge just like his father. Blood is definitely thicker than water.

I grabbed the paper and pen, and after glancing at the big words, I signed them.

"There, we have a deal," I stated lifting my head to see him amused. "What?" 

"You signed where I'm supposed to sign, lady." He hissed under his breath as he snatched the paper from me.

I looked at the paper and realized he was right.

My eyes widened. I didn't even pay attention to all the details. I might have shown him how stupid I was.

Oh, well. He should have made it clear from the start.

"Sorry," I whispered, trying to hide how embarrassed I was.

"It's okay. Let's just get this over with." He hushed. 

"I'm getting paid now, right?"

"Yeah."

"Aren't you worried I'll run away with your money?" 

"That's not a problem. You run, I find you, I sue you for fraud. It's in the contract." He stated blankly.

Ouch. I wonder what else is in this contract of his.

Who am I kidding? I won't be able to run off when I'm supposed to get a lot more if I hang around this guy. He looks like he needs help spending his money. Fortunately, I'm very generous when it comes to this.

Without wasting time, I gave him my bank details and he transferred the money to my account. My phone loudly blaring from my bedroom was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard in months. 

I can't believe I'm broke free without even doing anything. All I gotta do is wear a giant ring and show off like someone actually wants to have me as a wife. So unbelievable.

"What should I save your contact with?" I asked holding my phone up to my face. I ran to retrieve it from my room, mostly to check if the alert is really real but Mr. Morgan's son here suggested we exchange contacts. 

"Denzel is fine. And I've saved yours with Sheldon." He answered.

I scoffed, that's so plain. 

Such a boring way to identify my fake fiance.

"Zel sweetie, Zel baby, Den sweetheart, Denny." I chuckled when I looked up to see him glaring at me. "Choose one." 

He snorted, "I still choose Denzel." 

What a killjoy. 

I typed in what I wanted from the start, 'Zel baby' and I didn't forget to add an alien emoji to the side. That way, it doesn't look so ordinary to me.

"My family is having dinner tomorrow evening. It's the perfect time to introduce you to everyone." 

"Your father will be there?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes." 

"Man, he won't like this."

"Don't worry, I'll handle him. All you need to think about is convincing my mother that you weren't hired and that you are truly my wife-to-be." 

I sizzled with confidence that I can slay my way into his family.

My body has always been my greatest asset. Acting like I'm the one that keeps him warm at night in front of his folks will be nothing but a breeze.

"I know nothing about you." I pointed out.

"I'll send the important things you should know later. You can't afford to forget a thing." 

I nodded numbly. I guess I have some studying to do. This feels like preparing for an official job.

But this is way better because I already got paid.

"The driver will be here to pick you up at exactly 5 pm. Wear something decent." He tipped.

"Got it." 

He stood up swiftly after taking the contract. "Not a word of this to anyone." 

He started walking away but I was fast enough to call him back. 

"Denzel!" 

"Yes?"

Happy that I got his attention, I picked up the black box on the table and turned to him. 

"The ring. You should put it on by yourself." 

"Why do I need to do that?" 

"Duh, you're supposed to propose since you want me to be your fiance."  

I was standing before him in a matter of seconds and passed the box to him. He took out the ring slowly and fumbled it between his fingers. 

"This is ridiculous. You don't seem like someone who likes fairy tales." He remarked motionlessly.

"If I put it on by myself, I'll look like a lonely psychopath in the mirror," I replied stretching my hand toward him.

Taking a glance at my hand, he slid the ring on. 

I felt like I was wearing something worth millions. A gorgeous ring for such a fake engagement.

I was about to flaunt the stunning ring in the air when it unexpectedly flew out of my hand and landed on the floor. 

I was flustered as I picked it up not freaking knowing why it didn't fit. 

My fingers weren't so slim...Why has the ring rejected me?

I could feel my heart beat anxiously.

"That's odd. It's supposed to fit." Denzel whispered staring at me, muzzled.

"Well, it didn't even stay a second on me," I argued.

He wordlessly looked at his hand and removed the ring on his pinky finger. He gently took my hand again and pushed the ring onto my finger. 

It's a gold shimmering ring with thin edges. Not as eye-catching as the one in the box.

I shook my hand thoroughly hoping it would fall off but it didn't. The ring was perfectly seated just after my knuckle. It wasn't made for me but it fits! 

I looked at him, short of words.

"Tomorrow it is." I nodded at him before watching him leave my apartment. 

I wish I got better clients like him.

My phone buzzed a minute later with a call from Winter. 

I attached the phone to my ear and I heard her speak; 

"Mr. Morgan has booked you for tonight. Are you interested?"