A Not So Meet Cute by Meghan Quinn

How did you two meet?
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\nThe quintessential question asked to every couple. And the answer is usually some bubbly, lovey dovey tale of being struck in the bum by Cupid?s arrow.
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\nMy meet cute (well not so meet cute) is slightly different. I was trolling a wealthy neighborhood in Beverly Hills, searching for someone to take me as their bride, you know, to make my arch nemesis jealous who consequently just fired me.
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\nHe was stomping around the block like some sort of gorgeous ogre, mumbling about a business deal gone wrong and attempting to finagle his way out of it.
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\nAnd that?s when we bumped into each other.
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\nThere were no sparks.
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\nNot even a hint of blossoming love.
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\nBut next thing I knew, I was scarfing down free chips and guac, listening to this man lay out all of his problems which led to his big ask . . . he wanted me to be his Vivian Ward, you know, from Pretty Woman?minus the frisky behavior.
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\nWe?re talking about living in a mansion, intimate double dates, and pretending we were head over heels in love . . . and engaged. Can you imagine?
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\nThe absolute audacity.
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\nBut people do crazy things when they?re desperate. And I reeked of desperation. So, I struck up a deal.
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\nMy one big mistake, though . . . big . . . HUGE? I accidentally fell for the incomparable Huxley Cane.