"Fancy another glass?" Ryder came back and asked.

I looked up at him and because he was so breathtakingly beautiful, I nodded instead of saying something.

My phone rang. It was John.

"Sorry, doll. I can't make it tonight." He said. "My sister had a little emergency and I needed to go take her."

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Just a little cut on the elbows and knees. But other than that, she'll live."

"Okay... what about the prospects?"

"Well, I can't find anybody else who would agree besides Jonathan. And I thought Jonathan was... not extraordinary enough for your taste."

"Besides the fact that we never got along? He's an ogre!" I muttered.

John laughed. "Easy, Ash. Beggars can't be choosers."

I sighed. "Find somebody else okay?"

Nicole sent me a text message that she couldn't make it too. She had to work on some presentation that needs to be finished by tomorrow.

When I saw Dannie's number appear on my phone, I was getting hopeless.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry." It looked like he was going to come up with an excuse then decided to be honest. "Who am I kidding? I'm on a date. I didn't mean to be, but you know Jasper? I've been dying for him to notice me in the office and finally, he asked if I wanna hang out tonight! You understand right?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I might find some prospects for you! I'm going to a house party tonight!"

"Dannie! Chances are, you're going to a gay house party! And there's no hope for me there!"

"Well, you said your guy just needs to look the part! And act it out! You didn't say anything about being straight!"

"Oh, that would just be nice!" I groaned. "Just enjoy your party! And please... find me a straight guy!"

I heard a suppressed chuckle from the counter as soon as I hung up. I saw Ryder smiling crookedly, and although he was not looking at me, I knew the smile was for me.

I raised a brow. "You shouldn't eavesdrop on other people's conversation." I said sipping my margarita, not looking at him.

"I wouldn't have, if your voice wasn't that loud." He said, approaching me.

"Oh, sorry." I said. "People talk loud on bars, you know. Well, you should know."

"Yes. I know." He grinned. "So, what's the quest for a straight guy for?"

Lie! I told myself. But somehow, the liquor in my system and the frustration I felt for being stood up by my best friends were wearing me out.

"Not just a straight guy. But a straight guy who's willing to do anything for a couple of grand."

He raised a brow. "You're not doing porn, are you?"

I stared at him, clearly abhorred by the thought and then I burst out laughing.

"Oh my God! No!" I said when I finally found my voice. "Well, it's not porn, but it does involve the part of playing lovers."

"Now, I'm intrigued. What could a girl like you possibly need a straight guy for?" He asked me.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said to him.

"Try me." He said with a grin.

"It's a long story." I said.

"I'm here all night." He insisted.

"Yeah, but you're working."

"It's a lax night." He said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're pretty persistent, aren't you?"

He shrugged. "I'm a straight guy. Who knows? I just might be able to help you out."

"Oh! As if!" I rolled my eyes. "You don't strike me as desperate."

He raised a brow. "Everybody has needs, honey."

I sighed. "Okay, where do I start?"

"From the top?" He grinned. As he flashed me that gorgeous smile, I couldn't help thinking, I could go to bed with this guy! Then I shook myself back to reality. I took the last gulp of my margarita.

"Perhaps you should give me another glass of margarita first."

"Right away, Ma'am." He said.

He disappeared for a while and when he came back, he handed me another glass of margarita and a bowl of cheese sticks.

"Margarita and cheese sticks... On the house." He said.

"Wow! All these for the pathetic story of my life?" I asked, taking a bite of the cheese stick.

"Well, some stories are worth paying for." He smiled.

I sighed. "Okay. I don't really see the point why I should be telling the tale of my somewhat... sad life to a complete stranger... but whatever."

He leaned closer to me and my breath caught in my throat. "What color are your eyes?" He asked.

"Oh... it's... blue." I replied.

"You're wearing contacts." He said.

I nodded. "My eyes are bluish violet."

He took a step back and smiled. "Nice color. Why do you want to hide that?"

"It's... too different."

"Different is good." He said. "So, what's the story of your life?" He asked. He picked up the champagne glasses in front of him and wiped them one by one as he listened to me.

"Okay... so three months ago, I... had everything. A wonderful fiance I was in love with... the job of making dreams come true... a best friend who is also my cousin, who I grew up and lived with most of my life." I was trying my best not to cry again.

"My life was perfect. I was planning the wedding of my life. The wedding I had pictured in my head ever since I was a little girl. But... three months ago, I found out that my fiance was sleeping with my cousin. And he... knocked her up. To cut the long story short, my world fell apart. I lost my job because I can no longer picture the perfect wedding, or... imagine happily ever after... The apartment I was living in belonged to my cousin... I couldn't bear to live there anymore. I had to crash at my cousin's brother's place temporarily... until I get a job or my act together, whichever comes first." Again, I was reminded about how sad my life was.

"I was at my lowest point... or so I thought. A couple of weeks ago, I found out that my ex-fiance and my cousin will be getting married. And to make matters worse, I found out that the wedding I was planning months ago was still going to happen. All of it! From the invitations to the reception down to the florists! All of it was going to happen exactly as I had planned. But not to me." I took a deep breath. "Everything is going exactly as I had imagined it would be since I was a little girl... except that... I'm not going to be the bride."

I didn't know that I was crying until Ryder reached up and wiped my tears with his thumb. He had a sober look on his face. He didn't say anything but I knew he understood how I felt.

I took another deep breath.

"And worse, I have to keep a straight, brave face in front of my family. I'm going to attend the wedding."

He raised a brow. "Surely they can't ask that of you."

"Oh, they can. Her father was like a father to me too. I'm going to do it for him. But God! I can't be there alone!"

"And what do you need a straight guy for?"

"I need some guy to pretend to be my boyfriend... to pretend that he can't keep his hands off me... to be so in love with me... so I can keep my dignity." I replied.

"You not only need a straight guy." He said, his eyes narrowed. "You need to make everybody think that you were a lot better off."

I was taken aback by his analysis. Apparently, Ryder's IQ is higher than I gave him credit for. I admire how immediately he was able to deduce my desperation.

I nodded. "The wedding's in a week. I'm desperate. I'm... willing to pay if necessary."

He looked like he was taken aback but then he chuckled. "That's cute." He said.

"If I ask you, will you help me?" I asked boldly. It's now or never... while the margarita is still effective in my head, I had to say it.

Ryder seemed like a man who had been through a lot in his life and it would probably take a lot to surprise him but I could see that I had done just that with flying colors.

"I'll... pay you. I'll make it worth your while." I said.

He chuckled and then he leaned his face closer towards mine. "You might not be able to afford me, sweetheart." He said.

"Everybody has a price." I said, refusing to back down.

"True." He said leaning away from me. "I'm not sure I'm for sale though."

"Ten grand. One night. All you need to do is rent a nice suit, come in a fancy car, maybe a Boxster, and rent a diamond ring... or something that will pass up as a diamond ring, at least two carats in size."

He raised a brow. "You really are desperate, aren't you?"

I took a deep breath and stared back at him. But I didn't say another word.

"Why the ring?" He asked.

I took a sip of my margarita. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you."

"I find a lot of things you've said to me tonight hard to believe, but damn, I still believed you. So try me again." He replied.

"My fiance gave me a two carat diamond ring when he proposed. He said he worked hard for it and that it represented how much he valued me. When we broke up, my friends convinced me to pawn it to get back at him. I was jobless anyway, and I could use the money. I went to the jewelry shop and had the ring checked out... it turned out to be cubic zirconia, gold plated. I couldn't believe it. What a fool I'd been! I rushed out of the jewelry shop crying like a baby." I didn't realize it but tears were rolling down my cheek.

Again, Ryder reached out to wipe my cheeks with his fingers. When I looked up at him I saw that his expression was soft, like... his heart just broke for me too.