She lay there on the bed sleeping with a leg hanging off the side. She groggily opened her eyes to find herself in a strange place. She looked around. She was in what looked like a 5-star hotel room, a room more expensive than she could afford. She grabbed her head in pain. She couldn't remember anything and had a hangover that seemed like it would never end. When she was finally becoming more conscious, she realized that she was completely naked. There was also a lump under the sheets next to her. She hoped that it wasn't what she thought it was.
She pulled the sheets back to find a young man on his stomach. He had a gorgeous face, the face of a model. He had silver hair and great muscle tone. His face was seemingly sculpted by a god; he was handsome, but he held a kind of innocent aura around him. A single smile would fill your heart with joy. There was just one problem. He was also naked. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. What was worse was she didn't know who he was or what happened last night.
She had attended a gathering for the company she worked for, an extravagant party in an expensive hotel ballroom. She was getting more infuriated as she tried to remember what had happened last night.
As he was still sleeping she sneaked out of bed to gather her clothing. She wrapped the sheets around herself. She stood up, held out her chest, and triumphantly said "I came, I saw, I conquered! Wait, wrong order." She hunched over embarrassed at what she just said and continued picking up her clothing.
Unlike every other woman, she wore a suit to the party. The dresses she had were not appropriate for the occasion, and she didn't want to spend the money for a new dress. It would cost at least a weeks salary for a dress she would wear for only that night. Her older brother worked for an expensive movie studio and had several suits and offered to lend her one of his, albeit sarcastically.
The suit was a typical black tie suit. She wore a jacket with a white undershirt and no tie. As she picked up her shirt she tripped on the sheet she was wrapped in. She slammed into the ground with a large thump. The man woke up from his sleep with hangover just as bad as hers. He placed his hand to his forehead instinctively from the headache.
When they both regained their senses they looked at each other. They both blushed from flashing each other. They covered their 'delicate bits' and looked away from the other.
They both hurriedly dressed. He wore a suit as well, but his was worth as much as a penthouse. In an awkward voice she murmured, "Do you remember what happened?" He responded in a slightly irritated tone, "Some of it...we got drunk and our 'friends' convinced us to make out. I'm gonna punch that fucker. Oh, shit... We need a test." Confused she whispered, "Test, what?...oh."
He rushed to his phone and made a call. "Yeah, you asshole. Get me a test...yes, that one. Yes we did, and no I won't tell you what. Fucking Pervert."
They waited for only ten minutes, but to them it felt like an hour. A man with blonde hair came rushing in, several boxes in hand. "I got every test I could think of." His breathing was heavy. He must have run the whole way there and back.
She went into the bathroom. He obviously stayed in the bedroom with his friend. "You son of a bitch. Why would you encourage two drunks to sleep together?" "Well, I don't know. I thought it was funny, and you need an heir." Silver pretty boy 'what the fuck' started shouting, "The hell I do; I'm 24!" Blonde asshole retorted, "Exactly! 100 years ago you would have had several children by now. You have a Black Card, why do you need a V-card?" The man just blushed.
Several minutes passed before she came out, "Two negatives mean I'm not pregnant right?" The men's eyes almost rolled out of their heads. After a momentary dead silence, she chuckled "No, I'm sorry, sorry. It's fine. They're all fine" She was wheezing at this point trying to catch her breath. Mr. Silver stood up gloomily and walked over to where she was standing, "That's not funny, you know! I thought I was gonna have a heart attack." The woman felt a little bad about what she had done, but only a little.
Once she stopped laughing she introduced herself, "Sorry, that was a cruel joke. I'm Lithia Aphros. My parents are science nerds and liked the name, I don't. Use Lilia." The blonde pervert made a snide remark, "Well she's definitely pretty enough to be a lily carved from stone. Oh, yeah, my name is Claude Roie, but you can call me whatever you like, ba- ugh...ow" The playboy Claude got himself elbowed in the gut. "Don't pay attention to the perverted playboy, Roy. My name is Julian Amor." "His name is Joule." Roy wrapped his left arm around "Joule", who had a slight blush. Lilia found this both amusing and slightly cute. Joule exclaimed, "I hate when you say that name." Roy chuckled.
"I know, but it suits you perfectly. My little Joule. Aww. Look at him, he's pouting. Isn't he adorbs?" Roy was hugging him in a hug of death. Lilia couldn't stop herself from laughing. She was nearly on the floor struggling to breath. The two paused their dynamic to look at her. In between laughs she sarcastically said, "Joule, huh? Do you mind if I call you that?"
Joule couldn't help but say yes to whatever she asked, but of course he wouldn't tell anyone that for now. "Fine. I don't care anymore." Roy stared at them with an evil grin; this was going to be fun.
Several minutes later, when they had all calmed down, they were sitting the table in the meeting room (seriously, this place was massive). Roy started, "As I see it there are two options. A- no one ever discusses this again and the public doesn't find out. or B- the two of you make a deal to remain in each other's sight. You could be at the same company or dating. You just need to choose." Joule and Lilia stared at him in confusion. "Why does it matter this much?" Joule questioned. "You are decently famous, you know? That's not the only problem, though. It was a secret but... your parents are planning a party to choose a wife in a week. We both know you don't want that. So, what if you play a couple for a little while? Lilia, this could work for you as well. You need funding for your architecture plan, right? How about a deal: If you 'date' him you will get all the funding you need. And, before you ask, I looked into your life."
Joule and Lilia stared, dumbstruck by what Roy had said. Joule turned to Lilia and said "Please help me. The suitors my family chooses are not, uh, suitable."
Lilia nodded. "Yes, but remember you're helping me as well. The project costs five billion dollars." He stared in awe at her. 'What kind of project takes five billion dollars?!' Roy leaned back with a sigh. "The project could help the world. That's all you need to know." Joule's mouth was agape, but he nodded in agreement.
An hour later the contract was signed. Lilia's project would be funded and for one year, both parties will enter an 'engagement' and 'date'. The contents of the contract would not be disclosed to anyone.
Lilia, now exhausted, asked, "What now, and how do we fool your family into thinking we're dating? I assume you have a plan, Roy." Roy chuckled, "Of course I do, you will move in together, going to gatherings, and 'public' dates. Having a baby would help too." The last part was said with a smirk, but the two blushing fools vehemently denied the idea. Roy texted someone on his phone and then looked up, "Everything of yours will be moved by tomorrow. I will drive to your 'old place' to get everything ready." Lilia was already sure she would regret this.