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what I have to say is really fucking important.”
                  I nodded, and so did April, as we both stared at him, waiting.
                  He inhaled a deep breath. “When I was born, my Grandfather had written me down in his inheritance, and given me a great sum of money, and a bond, that keeps increasing every year. I have more money than you could ever imagine, and I’m quite happy being rich. In fact, being rich is all I’ve ever known, and it’s all I want. Yeah, that makes me sound like a typical snob, but if that’s what I am, then I’ll accept it. But here’s the problem…I love women. I love them so much, that I could never allow myself to be tied down to just one for the rest of my life. I’m on the red carpet every other week with a different girl, and it’s been getting on my father’s nerves because he says it makes him look bad. The step mom agrees, and so does granddad, and they’ve all come to the conclusion that I should settle down, take over the family business, get married, and start a life. But I already have a life! A good life, a great life, the best life you could ever fucking want! Marriage is for suckers and I’m not going to get trapped into it, with a woman I’ll probably get tired of after a month or two. To make things a hell of a lot worse, my folks gave me an ultimatum. Either I get married to some nice girl, and stick with that marriage for at least fifteen years, I won’t get cut off. Cut off! But that’s not nearly as bad as being trapped with some chick for fifteen years. Why fifteen? Because then they can tell people that at least I tried to make the marriage last, but the woman was just selfish, had an affair, and left me. They care so much about their reputation, you see. Granddad threatened to take me off the family name if I don’t get this marriage to work, but I know he doesn’t mean it as much as my father means it. All I need to do is convince Granddad that I’m serious about the business, about my marriage, and willing to live a stable life, and bam! A huge chunk of the family inheritance will be in my name. Not my asshole brother’s. But let’s not talk about him. You’ll meet him when you meet him. Anyways, let me back track a bit here. For the past four months, I’ve been searching for a suitable wife. But every girl I’ve put through a test has failed oh so miserably. How do they fail, you ask? By falling for me. They just start being miserably in love with me, and I can’t stand that emotional, slobbery attachment. They’re like leeches. Hungry, love obsessed, overly sentimental leeches. And then, I met you, and at first, I didn’t think anything of you. I mean, you aren’t hot, no offense, and there’s nothing about you that excites me. You have this sweetness about you, and I find that boring. But then, when I was teasing you, just out of boredom, I noticed you didn’t respond. You honestly felt nothing towards me. You weren’t attracted to me, and I wondered if you were a lesbian, not that I’m judging, because hey, it’s a free country. But, it was something else about you that made me realize that you’re exactly the one I need to successfully carry out this plan. You will not fall for me, and you won’t act clingy or be emotionally attached towards me in any way, shape, or form. And if you do agree with this plan, this marriage will change your life completely. You won’t have to live in this shitty, run down place anymore, and you won’t have to work in that hotel as a maid. If you can’t afford college, then you can pay for it! Or if you want a steady job, you will make those connections to get a career, and get a life. So, what do you say Ms. Web? Let’s call this a deal?”
                  He spoke very fast throughout that semi speech, but I listened intently, taking in his every syllable.
                  “Wow,” said April. “Listen, listen, I think this guy is right.