Chapter 5 Not My Type

ANNA'S POV

I stood there in shock at his statement. He looked at me like he didn't say anything wrong.

"Are you nut?

How can you propose marriage to someone you barely know and expect me to just accept like it's no big deal?"

He smirked and looked me in the eyes.

"Every lady wants to get married don't they? So… what's the big deal about it?"

This guy is seriously out of his mind. What am I to him an easy lady or what?

"You must be out of your god damn mind."

He chuckled and shook his head, clearly amused by my reaction.

"You're taking this way too seriously," he said, still smiling. "It was just a proposal to be my contracted wife and after I get my inheritance we split and you get an hefty amount of money simple!"

"What am I to you? A cheap skate huh?" I asked as my anger was already getting to a level that I wanted to explode at his arrogance.

He frowned, clearly taken aback by my reaction.

"That's not what I meant," he said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I just thought that it could be a mutually beneficial arrangement. I'm not trying to buy you, or use you, or anything like that.

And besides, you want don't want to get married and I don't want to ever get married so we both are just perfect for each other to pull this off.

What do you say?"

He stretched his hands to me waiting for an agreement hand shake.

I looked at him and shook my head. This guy must be sick and should be treated with an immediate effect.

"Do you think marriage is a joke to you? You want us to get married so you could get an inheritance your grandfather left and you can only access it if you are married.

So you want to deceive everyone that you're married so that you can get an inheritance... you are really a sick prick.

"Woah... harsh!

It's no big of a deal. You get what you want and I get what I want. So everybody wins in the end." he smiled as he lifted his shoulder.

I have heard of cases of celebrities going through contract marriage to gain more popularity and all.

But this was absurd and really not a good idea.

"What if we end up falling in love with each other huh?" I asked him.

"Hahahaha." he laughed and then stopped to look at me and then smiled.

"It's never gonna happen lady."

I nodded.

"What makes you so sure?"

He smirked and then walked up to me and leaned closer to my ear to whisper.

"Because you just are not my type."

He raised his head and then looked at me.

"So don't you worry your hair lady. That's never gonna happen."

I felt a rush of anger and embarrassment wash over me. He had managed to completely offend me, and I wasn't sure how to react. I could feel my cheeks flush with humiliation, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

"You're a jerk," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "I'm not interested in your stupid offer. Now get out of my sight."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, clearly not expecting my reaction.

"Okay, okay," he said, backing away from me. "I'm sorry if I offended you. That was not my intention."

"I just feel we both don't want to get married so we could help each other achieve our goals.... that's all." he said.

I looked at him with anger in my eyes.

"What goals huh? Of you getting an inheritance?"

He nodded.

"Hmm-mmm."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and tried as much as I could not to lash out at the selfish prick who was right in front of me.

I opened my eyes and spoke.

"And you think I would agree to your proposal because…"

"Because, I feel you have been hurt by someone you love and would probably want to take revenge."

I was pissed at those words and exploded.

"You don't know a single thing about me you prick, so don't you dare come around and start talking about me like you know me or something."

He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, his expression apologetic.

"Alright, I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I didn't mean to offend you or presume anything about your personal life. I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable or disrespected. I promise not to bring this up again."

I looked at him, still feeling a little angry and hurt, but also a bit more understanding. I could tell that he was genuinely apologetic, and I appreciated that.

"Thank you," I said, feeling a bit calmer now.

"Don't you go around acting like you know about my business because you don't know."

He nodded.

"I know... I'm sorry… I shouldn't have said something like that to you."

There was silence between us as we both realized that we had been talking on the road.

"Do you want to like...um... grab a cup of coffee with me?" he asked me.

I folded my arms looked at him.

"Why should I? So that you can try to convince me to take the job of becoming your contracted wife?"

He raised his hands to indicate that it wasn't his intention.

"No, no , no. I just feel I was out of line and wanted to apologize properly over a cup of coffee… So what do you say?"

I considered his request for a moment. On the one hand, I still felt a bit wary of him. But on the other hand, I appreciated his willingness to apologize and make amends.

"Alright," I said, deciding to give him a chance. "I'll have a cup of coffee with you. But no more talk about that… arrangement."