Boyfriend For Hire

Summary: Indies never really got the whole relationship thing. After ending it with a cheating ex-boyfriend, she decides to go to a club at the urging of her best friend. To her surprise she meets Garret Marcus, the town's local contractor and self made millionaire. Sparks fly instantly when these two are thrown together. Indies can't decide if she wants to be 'round this intimidating guy and Garret can't figure out if he loves her or not. Add in a few insane friends, a 12 pack of liquior and a couple of puppies and see what kinda mess you get.

Chapter One: Cracks Don't Always Heal

It was a stupid dare; the only reason why I strapped on a pair of candy apple red heels that screamed fuck me and wore that slinky little black dress that exposed my cleavage way too much. I even wore my Shania Twain perfume and by god, I looked damn good.

The one who roped me into this damn thing sat next to me, on a barstool, at some stupid little bar in the noisy place she could choose. Even she wore her ’all-I-want-to-do-is-fuck’ kind of clothes and in this light, she looked damn fine, too.

I sipped my drink (I think the bar tendered called it a Pink Pussy but I couldn’t hear to know what it was) and shivered as the sweetness coated my tongue and slid sweetly all the way down my throat. I took another glance over at my slave driver and stuck my tongue out at her. She knew I hated coming here and that I tried to avoid these kinds of places.

“Oh, stop with that look,” she said from over the noise. “You need to get laid once in awhile. Whether it be a male or female.” she joked, smiling widely. I groaned and rolled my eyes at her. Yeah, it had been forever, well over a year, since I last went out and got laid. But being 23 and holding a full time job didn’t always agree with one another. Besides, the last guy was a jerk and I didn’t care for him one bit.

“Ooh, look there girl! There ya go!” she shrieked, waving her finger at some guy twenty feet away. I shook my head and slunk low in my seat. She was sometimes the most embarrassing person to be seen with.

“Selena, stop!” I hissed seeing him turn around and glance in our direction. Oh crap, I was going to kill her in five seconds. I lashed out with the toe of my heel and kicked her, hard, on her shin. She grimaced but didn’t stop her antics. She waved him over and he followed her waving hand. I groaned and slapped my forehead. Sometimes I wish I could burry her alive and leave her.

“Evenin’ ladies,” he said with a slight Southern drawl. I glanced in the other direction but I could feel the blush creep across my cheeks. He was just a little over six feet tall, had a big chest (meaning he had probably 8 pack abs!), long legs that screamed fuck me, and hair that you could die running your fingers through. I allowed my eyes to flicker to his face. Sharp; features of a guy who’s seen his years or when through a war. A five o’clock shadow graced his jaw and a jagged, painful looking scar adorned his cheek and the bridge of his nose. It was then that I noticed his eyes. A deep crimson colored with a splash of light blue around the irises.

Damn, he was gorgeous! I let out a breath and silently sent all my death wishes towards Selena, who was flirting with him. His gaze flickered to mine and I froze. Here was my best friend flirting with him, and he wasn’t paying attention to her. Selena was the type of girl who had everything; looks, money, grace, everything. She was 5’9, slender but curvy where a guy wants all the curves. She had a cute baby doll face and porcelain skin that was flawless. Damn, what I wouldn’t give for her looks at the moment!

“Oh, I haven’t been properly introduced to your friend here,” he interrupted her. Selena glanced over her small shoulder and had the nerve to glare at me. I held my hands up, attempting to surrender but the gentleman didn’t seem to think that.

“Name’s Garret,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip. Good god, he was a strong boy! I smiled widely.

“My name is Indies.” I chuckled at the weirdness of my own name.

“Indies?” Garret replied, looking confused. He glanced between the two of us. Selena shook her head and let out a defeated breath of air. I nodded, smiling widely, watching his reaction.

He burst out laughing and smiled widely at me as well. “I like it, Indies. I like it a lot,” he said, a mischievous twinkle glittering in his eyes. I heard Selena mumble something along the lines of leaving and screwing someone else but I waved it off. She was always like that if the guy ignored her and paid attention to me (which wasn’t often!). I took another swig of my drink and stood up, allowing Garret to slide his arm around my waist and pull me close. I giggled like a stupid school girl but sometimes I really needed to let go and let things loose. And damnit, tonight was that night!

oOoOoOo

We barely made it into the hallway of my apartment before he started tearing at my heels. I chuckled and bent down, yanking the straps undone and kicking them away. I straightened up and he nudged me against the wall. I giggled again and I heard someone step on the stairs.

“Uh, Garret,” I mumbled, pushing my hands against his chest. He stopped and raised his head to meet my gaze. I flicked mine back. “The guy behind us is my gay roommate.” I chuckled nervously.

“Aw man! I lose the bet with Selena now!” he wailed, doing his usual drama queen act. I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand and silently groaned. Garret looked at me, a confused look deep in his eyes. I let out a sigh and turned my gaze backwards for a moment.

“You’re dead, Anthony, so dead.” making my threat simple and easy for the moment. Garret pushed himself farther away from me and I let out a breath. I knew what that meant and I wasn’t ready for that.

“Erm, I’ll call you.” he said in his deep southern drawl. He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a business card. I nodded and took the card he offered and flipped it between my fingers as I watched him let himself out and the click of the door echoed in the apartment. I turned around to face Anthony, my steeliest face set. I saw him gulp and he backed up one step.

“Oh no, mister.” I said, putting my hands on my hips. His eyes got wide when he realized I was going to tackle him and probably cut off his dick and shove it so far up his ass that he’d be giving himself anal and oral at the same time.

“Oops, sorry,” he offered without being sincere. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head.

“Dead.. So dead.” I hissed, hopping up two steps and he scrambled backwards, shouting something about the devil lives with him in the form of a sexless woman that masturbates cause she can’t get laid. I flew up the stairs after him, shouting all the things I could do to embarrass and/or destroy him with.

oOoOo

I rolled over in my warm, comfy bed and stared at the TV screen. I had to admit, Anthony did have a point. I was sexless and did masturbate to the TV. I sighed and curled into a ball. Selena never came home, only sent me a message saying she was ‘having the time of her life and was getting laid so don’t wait up for me’ and I could only guess that Anthony and his boyfriend, Ayah, was downstairs screwing each other as well. I clicked the remote and the room suddenly went pitch black.

Ever since my ex, Dustin, and I had broken up, I really didn’t feel a need to do anything honestly. He was my first and more than likely my last lover for a long, long time. We had dated for nearly three years and it was towards the end that I allowed him to sleep with me and it wasn’t after that that I noticed something weird going on.

I had access to his computer and he never locked anything up before. But the first time ever since I knew him, his computer was locked. Anthony unlocked it for me and I found all the emails from Dustin to one of my ex co-workers. It crushed me seeing that kind of stuff happening, so later that night when Dustin came home, he got the rudest surprise of his life. I had packed every thing of his and set them out on the porch. I greeted him at the door with a fake smile and red eyes, holding the last bag and told him his ass was out the door. Or course there was a huge fight, cops called and everything. I grabbed my muzzleloader from the corner closet and loaded it, all the while pointing it at Dustin and hollering that he needed to get out because I wasn’t taking his crap no more.

I took a deep breath and let it out shakily. I had always had rotten luck in the relationship department. It did hurt, watching people I knew and know fall in and out of love during high school. It did sting the last years, seeing that no one thought of me as the prettiest girl, or the smartest girl, or anything like that.

Tossing the remote to the floor, I swung myself out of my queen sized bed. I could faintly make out Anthony and Ayah so I was going to stay upstairs this time. I slipped out of my still room and slipped into the long hallway. Our apartment was huge, consisting of four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Three of the four rooms were occupied, the last one used to belong to Dustin. I twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door, what light from the hallway filtering into the dark room. The smell of dust coated every available surface. Book shelves stood empty and unused, the bed nestled in the corner was bare, not a single sheet or pillow placed on it to make it look more inviting. The walls where Dustin had posters hanging up were a bit lighter than the rest of the walls. The room still held his smell, his cologne that wrapped itself into the very fabrics that were still left. My heart lurched, the tiny crack that had yet to heal over from his stupidity and the injury of finding out.

I collapsed to my knees, tears threatening to fall. My chest tightened and I gasped when several sobs threatened to spill. I gripped both of my shoulders tightly and put my forehead against my thighs and tried to wait. It was moments like this that I wished with every fiber of my being that someone could be by my side and take me into their arms. A sob broke free from my lips and echoed down the hallway.

A couple minutes later I heard the soft, but distinctive thump of Anthony coming upstairs. He padded down the hallway and it wasn’t more than a few seconds later before he slipped into the room behind me, his face sad and pitying. He knelt down and a second shadow joined his along the floor. I shrugged my shoulders but his grip was strong, slightly biting my skin but I ignored it. I knew he meant well.

“Everything’s gonna be ok,” he promised quietly, shaking his head and wrapped both of his arms around my own shaking shoulders. I could barely nod my head but I knew some things couldn’t be made better with a couple hugs and a good cry or two. I sniffed and the tears poured down both cheeks.

‘Damn, so much for being strong,’ I thought harshly as I whimpered and leaned into Anthony’s touch. Damn him to tell and damn being strong, it wasn’t worth it.

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Author's Notes:

Yeah, it's been ages since I wrote and or updated anything here. So here's a romantic comedy story for everyone. And no, it's not finished. Each chapter is about 2k words each so it'll be updated, hopefully, once every week at least. And yes, the main character's name is Indies. I couldn't think of another name 'cause of her personality and it stuck. xD