Day 0-Accept the ad, no matter what your friends say
If you were to tell me 8 days ago that it was impossible to fall in love in 7 days, I would agree without any doubt. Because love used to be this long, foreign concept that I was never able to understand-the quantum physics to my mundane life. I was normal, still am but to a different degree, and I had never truly been in love. I'd had my fair share of girlfriends, but they had only lasted a month or so before the relationship fizzled into nothing. I tried, I really did-I gave them whatever they wanted but they were never satisfied with what I had to offer.
I'll be conceited when I say that I'm good looking; my short blonde hair accenting nicely with my blue eyes and always present tan. I'm fit enough, and I care greatly about my body image. Working out to maintain my physique is a hassle, but I want to look good. It's not for them, I'd tell myself as I would do rep after rep, post-breakup.
My college life was normal and I would struggle for money and worked countless jobs, each more terrible than the last, but I was happy. Classes were a struggle, as I'd never been one for education, but I managed to pass even by the thinnest margin. I was thankful for curves, in more than one way.
But the summer after my junior year, at the ripe age of 21, I was jobless and hopeless. I would have taken anything at that point, so I had taken to scrolling through craigslist in search of any job. There were plenty of offers, but one in particular had caught my interest: "ISO: Live in companion for one week."
When I had showed the ad to my roommate, he laughed at me, telling me that it was an ad for a sex partner. I wasn't one to turn down sex, by any means, but the pay had been $1000 upfront, upon signing a contract. Sure, it seemed strange but when you need to make rent, you take whatever you can get. At least, to me.
The ad stated that all of my needs would be met; food, water, and whatever else I needed. I quickly called the contact number, agreeing to meet at a local coffee shop to look over the contract and meet my employer. It didn't even phase me that the person who answered the call was male.
And so, I found myself at the designated coffeeshop and I met a man who couldn't have been much older than me who handed me the contract, his eyes cast downward and a small scowl placed on his lips.
The contract was extremely specific, stating that I was to do whatever my employer asked, even to the smallest detail. There was a thick manilla envelope placed next to the contract, no doubt the money promised up front, and I signed without even looking at the line. My eyes were just on the money.
Upon signing, the man gave me directions to the place that I would be staying. It was an upscale neighborhood known for the rich and powerful that lived among the highrise apartments, and told me to arrive at 7am Monday.
"You are not to be late, do you understand?" He asked, now looking at me with a new, determined sneer.
"Of course. Thank you," I had said grabbing the money, and making my way back to my apartment to prepare for my last day of freedom.
And that, kids is the first step to falling in love in 7 days.
And I don't recommend it to anyone.
AN: Thank you for reading! The next chapter will be much, much longer. This is only the beginning to the emotional rollercoaster. Please leave a review, CC, thoughts-I love hearing from my readers. Also, this isn't beta'd, so if you see any mistakes please let me know!