Hey Guys, I got another story for you, I got the idea from the movie The Wedding Date, and from reading another fanfcition Defining Moments, by kandislen.. it's a Dawson Creek story. A really good one at that. So some of the idea's and lines came from that story. So please free feel to check it out..

Cindy: )

Unexpected Love

Chapter one

Is there anything wrong with being single? That is the question that Peyton Sawyer asks herself everyday. Well, how about being single at thirty, yep, She is thirty years old in single. But she wasn't one of those people who was depressed or something over it. She's tired of the assumption that if an older person (30 and up) is single, then there must be something wrong with him or her. Isn't it possible that these singles just haven't found the right matches yet? Or that they are actually happy with been single.

Peyton was satisfied with her life, happy with her little apartment in New York, content with the few friends she kept close, especially her best friend Brooke Davis. She wasn't out looking for a man, a husband, a hubby, Mr. Right. Whatever Brooke was calling it now a days. She wasn't ready to settle down, it was like the last thing on her mind (Honestly it really was) She wasn't ready to be a mom, she so wasn't wishing to blow up like a balloon, just tp please her parents and Brooke. Giving them babies to spolier.

She exhaled loudly, as her cell started to ring. She didn't have to look at the picture on her phone to know who it was. " Morning Mom" she tried to sound cheerful. But she knew her mom would read into it.

" Peyton, honey why are so depressed?' Anna asked in a concerned voice.

Peyton rolled her eyes, " Mom, I'm not depressed, I'm actually at work and I'm in a very good mood. So if you don't mind let's just hurry up with why your calling"

"Whatever do you mean sweetheart?" Anne said in her innocence voice.

" You know what I mean, but since your going to be acted like that, let me start, " she cleared her throat "Peyton honey what is wrong with you?" she said in a high-pitched voice pretending to be her mom. " Mom there is nothing wrong with being thirty in single. " she clears her throat again. " Peyton, sweetheart, only ugly, fat people are still single at thirty, and honey you're not fat, or ugly, you are beautiful any guy would love for you to be his wife. "

"Well, it's true" Anna interrupted her." Honey, you're father and I worry about you, Your sister is getting married, and she is so in love, Brooke, your best friend is happily married in so in love to, everyone you went to school with is either married or getting married in the future, I just think there is something wrong with a young, beautiful, smart, successful women been single. Aren't you worried about what people think of you when they see you, and know that your still single?"

"whatever mom, " she sighed, as she walked towards her amazing view from her office." I no longer care if anyone thinks anything is wrong with me. I don't even care if there is. I am happy. I have all I want. All I need. I don't take it from others or step on others to get it. I pay taxes, give to charities, help friends and family in need. If other people are concerned about the fact that I am not married, I pray that one day they will get a life so full and happy that they won't obsess about mine." she said in a annoyed voice, then clicked her phone. Yep, she hung up on her mom, it's not the first time and it sure in the hell won't be the last time. She will let herself clam down a bit before calling her back in apologise.

Now there was the issue,her sister's wedding. People, her family and friend, especially her parents friends, just couldn't except that she was unmarried, especially, because she was thirty, . She'd find a date for this wedding. Even if she had to hire an escort. Which the thought was clouding her mind a lot lately, anything to get her mother to back the hell off for a while. She sat down at her desk and took a sip from her coffee mug.

" Morning Best friend" Brooke said, as she enter the office.

" Morning" She glanced up from her coffee. " I'm going to do it"

" Do what?"

" The escort thing"

"You actually want to do this?"

" Yes, I have to Brooke, she is driving me insane"

" Peyton, this could end badly, Julian has lots of single guy friends let me set you up with one of them."

"No thank, I've met half of them and I can see why there still single." she laughed, as Brooke agreed, " Which really pisses me off, what's so wrong with me being thirty in single, and Chris been single in thirty, No one says anything to him, they pat him on the back for being single in scoring with so many girls."

"Well, he's guy" Brooke said, she put her hands up, stopping Peyton's protest. " It's a guy thing seriously, it totally sexism I agree, but it's just how life is." Brooke said, as she sat down in front of her. " Peyton, we just worry about you, I don't think there is something wrong with you, I th...

"And I'm curious as to what that something is that is so wrong about those who are over thirty and single. Mental/emotional problem? Physically unattractive? Extreme shyness? Bad breath? Social outcast? Tell us plainly what is so "wrong" about such folks?" Rachel said over the intercom interupping Brooke.

" Quit listening in on our conversations" Brooke yelled into the box Peyton just laughed, at her assistant.

"Or is such thinking simply another way to put others down to elevate their own self-worth? Hey, maybe that's it- folks that see something wrong in others have self-worth issues themselves." Rachel said totally ignoring Brooke.

Rachel was also single in thirty, but she was single not by choice, she was married twice, and cheated on both men, who left her high in dry, Peyton felt sorry for her in gave her a job, which she totally sucked at, but Peyton just didn't have the heart to let her go.

" Oh and Boss lady, I called the escort company for you,"

" You did" Peyton asked surprized

" Yes, cause I knew your so-called best friend would talk you out of it. So I decided to take charge, I'm sick in tired of you getting bitched out weekly from everyone, just because your happy and single."

"Thanks Rachel, I was kind of having doubts, "

" I thought so, look, I got him coming today around three, his name is Scott, something, or maybe his last name is Scott, actually check your email, the company has a web page. And his picture is on there."

Peyton and Brooke's eyes widen, as Peyton turned on her computer, she clicked open her email. She took a deep breath as the page started to loaded. " Wow" she whispered, as Brooke give her a look. She then got up walked behind her friend, she need to see what kind of desperate ugly man was actually on this site. " Damn, he's fine"

"Lucas Scott, he's thirty to" Peyton said, as she stared at his photo. Blonde hair, amazing smiling, good cheek bone, prefect face, and ocean blue eyes. yep this could work. " I'm loving this idea"

"Whatever. I just want every last detail when this backfires on your desperate ass." Brooke said, as she grabs her bag," got to go meet Destiny's teacher. Call me, And make him take his shirt off, I want pictures." she winked before leaving.

It was a little after three, Peyton was just finishing up, a conference call as the door opened and Rachel came in. "Boss lady there's a Mr. Scott here to see you." she said with a huge smile. " All I can say is Damn, Damn, Damn," she licked her lips.

"Rachel" Peyton said, as she stood up,

"Sorry he is fine boss lady, so after your done with him, do you mine if I take him for a ride to"

" Rachel, I'm not taking him for a ride, I'm just using him to get everyone to back off my personal life for a bit, I don't want, or need him for sexual pleasure.'

"Please, who spends five thousands dollars on a good-looking man, just to shut up her family without getting any on the side"

"Send him in." Peyton said, totally ignoring her comment. She waited for Rachel to leave, before she run her fingers through her hair,

"Miss Sawyer I presume." he said as he extended his hand

She shook his hand, then let her eyes scanned over his body, appreciating the view. "Mr. Scott." wow, was all she was thinking

He sat on the edge of the desk, looking down at her with a smirk playing on his lips. "So what's this scam I heard about?"

She looked at him. "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend." she then sat back down. afraid her legs were going to go out from under her, with his heated stare.

"You can't find some lackey on the payroll to do it for you?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I need a professional, smartass."

"Which I am. So, this scam on your family... it entails what exactly?"

"All the duties of a boyfriend..." She leaned back in her chair. "We leave next Thursday We'll be gone for a week." He nodded. "So... any questions?"

"These duties, do they include sex?" he asked with a smirk on his lips.

She looked down at her desk, "No." she said after she was able to find her voice.

"No? Kissing?"

"Yes."

"Holding hands, all of that affection?"

"I guess," she said tersely, quickly becoming annoyed.

"Here's my theory. In order for us to seem like a couple, and pull it off, we'd need the sex."

"Just meet me at the airport at six," she said, hoping she wasn't as beet red, as she felt. boy was it getting hot in here now, she thought, as she handed him a check out of the drawer. "And here's half of your payment."

"twenty five hundred."

"You get the rest when we come back from Tree Hill." she picked up her pen and started to write, hoping he would take the hint, but he didn't " You can leave now, we will talk more on the plane"

"Not so fast. Stand up."

"Excuse me?" She shot him a look, obviously not liking the fact that she was being told what to do She put her hands on her hips. Where did this guy get off being so cocky? He was an escort for Christ's sake.

"Humor me please." She slowly stood up. "Before I even accept this check, I need to make sure it can be pulled off." He stood up and she stepped back as his body came into contact with hers."See that? You can't do that. Now come back here," he said, motioning with his fingers for her to come closer. She reluctantly did. "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Close your eyes." he said again. She did and he kissed her forehead.

"Is that all?" She asked, in a sarcastic voice looking at him skeptically.

"Shut up and close your damned eyes." She did, it only to make him leave the sanctuary of her office sooner. He kissed her lips, feeling her resist it at first and then slowly give into him. He pulled back, looking at her with her eyes still shut and her lips slightly parted. "Yeah we can definitely do this." he whispered against her lips.." Her eyes shot open. their eyes glazed into each other for what seemed like hours he lean down in pecked her lips again. " I'll be see you, Ms Sawyer."