The Day I Won Big, She Chose Him
The day I land a hundred-million-dollar deal for the company, my girlfriend—Paisley Needham, the CEO—finally agrees to marry me.
The next day, I wait at the city hall until it closes. She never shows up.
Instead, what I get is her official announcement with her assistant, Jude Grayford. In the photo, she nestles in his arms. A crisp marriage license sits in her hand, impossible to miss.
The caption reads, "My CEO, Ms. Paisley Needham, couldn't bear to see me going on blind dates, so she just went ahead and got the marriage license with me today. I'm so happy!"
My colleagues gossip, assuming I'll be jealous and furious.
I don't. I just like the post and comment, "So, when's the ceremony? Don't forget to invite me!"
Paisley calls immediately, cursing me out.
"I just didn't want to see him being pressured into blind dates by his parents, so I agreed to get married on paper to keep them off his back. It's not like we're actually married. Do you really have to be so petty?
"Delete your comment right now and get on your knees to apologize to Jude. If you don't, I'll never marry you."
I laughed bitterly. "Even better," I say. "I hope you two have a long, happy life together… and have lots of kids."