"I.. what?" I gape and he shoos his men away, leaving him and I standing together.

"What's your name?"

"I. .I'm Tequila."

"Oh, my name's whiskey." He raises an eyebrow and I sigh.

"It's true." I persist and he eyes me.

"What a strange name. . . for a strange woman." He circles me.

"Are you trying to seem intimidating?" I scoff and he stops, his face stone cold. "B-because it's working."

"Like I said I need you to be my wife."

"Why? I mean. . . you don't know me, I don't know you. You're handsome, I look like a frog. They'll be no connection no lo-"

"You seem to dwell on my looks a lot Tequila." The way my name rolls on his tongue. dang. "And trust me, we will keep love out of it. To others, it's a marriage, but to us, it's just a business proposal."

"Business?" I say even more confused.

"Yes. You get to keep your life and I get a wife."

"I.. I don't think I'm comfortable with that." I murmur.

"Do you want to keep your life?"

"Of course I do. but. why can't you just let me go? I won't say anything."

"The words from your...