Jamie Myers
I kicked my feet onto the nearby table that most of the other lackeys used to play card games and stuck a lit blunt into the corner of my mouth. After taking a long, soothing drag, I set my attention on the tall, mocha-colored man who was standing just a few feet away from me. Ever since I got here, the boss had done nothing but stare at me with an emotionless facial expression. He claimed he had a job for me to do, but I was still waiting for him to tell me what it was. “So, uh, I skipped school for this, so this job better pay good.”
He folded his insanely toned arms against his chest and took a seat on the chair opposite me. “I didn’t call you here for a job.”
“Then why am I here?” I asked with my brows furrowed into a line. “Wait, you're not firing me, are you?” The reason why I sought out this particular profession was because of the amount of the money I earned for doing a simple job. I didn’t have to wait for a paycheck because I got paid directly.
He laughed softly in response. “I am not firing you, Myers. You’re far too valuable.”
“Then what is it?”
He didn't answer my question; instead, he kept his dark eyes on me for a few silent moments, before he leaned against the table separating us and interlocked his fingers together. “Have you ever been with a man before?”
“Um…” I pulled my blunt out of my mouth and sat up straight, “...why is that important?”
“Have you ever been with a man before?” he repeated instead of answering my question.
Because I didn’t want to question him too much, I gave him a short and rather vague answer. “I’ve been with a few other boys, yeah.”
“You’re not listening,” he snapped, and then followed it with, “I said, have you been with a man before?”
Wait, what? The atmosphere changed so quickly that I had to loosen the neckline of my shirt in an attempt to relieve this new-found heat. “Uh, I don’t, um, why are you...”
His lips curled into a grin, exposing his impeccably white teeth. I had never seen him smile. “You're even cuter when you get all clammy.”
“Am I, like, missing something?” I glanced around at my surroundings to see if there was a hidden camera anywhere, to see if I was being punked. I had to be. How could my boss, who was arguably ten years older than me, be making a move on me? It didn’t matter that he was hot, I still couldn’t, and wouldn’t—
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
Oh god.
My throat grew dry as I tried to come to terms with what was currently going on. When the boss realized that I wasn’t going to make a move, he stood to his full height, grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, and slid it over his head, revealing his defined abdomen and two defined lines that angled down into his pants. He smirked at me then, and it wasn't the sexy kind of smirk either. It was an all-knowing smirk—the same one I would give to Scar to make him feel uncomfortable. Boy was he making me uncomfortable.
“I’m so confused.”
The boss took a step to close whatever space was left between us which wasn’t much to begin with. He was so close that I could easily reach out and run my hands along his abs, but I told myself that I wouldn’t. This wasn’t right, I told myself, but stealing cars wasn’t right either. I debated the issue in my head, but I didn’t give it too much thought. The only thing that seemed to matter was that there was a beautiful man, half-naked, in front of me, and my lower-self had already started to respond to him; so I practically tore my shirt off my body and unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down to my knees, crushing any remaining sense of resistance. In just seconds, the boss' lips were on mine. Our mouths fused together, locked in a desperate kiss that was dominated mostly by him. Even though I was usually the dominate one in any sexual relationship that I pursued, I didn't mind letting someone else take control if it was well deserved.
He pulled me closer, our bare chests touching, and I shuddered at the contact of our warm skin. The kiss deepened when his tongue pushed past the barriers of my teeth and began to massage my own, all while I reached down and undid the button and zipper on his jeans. Once his pants were off, he spread his legs wide enough to accommodate me and lifted me from my seated position. I wrapped my legs around his waist, still not breaking our kiss, and he placed his hands on my ass. Soon enough, he had me pressed up against the wall, kissing me feverishly as his hands combed through my long, messy hair.
I pulled away from the kiss for a brief moment, panting heavily, and stared into his dark eyes. “Wait, does this mean I get more money?”
The boss let out a low and almost inaudible chuckle just before he crashed his lips on mine, resuming our heated kiss.
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Much to my surprise, the boss offered to drive me to the carnival in one of the cars that I stole for him. The drive was mostly silent; after all, there wasn’t much we could say to each other after we had engaged in hot, rough, and slightly illegal sex. But when the boss pulled into the designated parking lot for carnival goers and stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, he cut through the awkward silence by saying, “I want another car by Tuesday.”
“That’s pretty soon, don’t you think?”
“By Tuesday,” he reiterated.
“All right, fine.” With a slight grunt, I propped open the passenger door and got out of the car in a hasty manner.
The boss zoomed out of the parking lot shortly after, as though he was afraid someone might see him in a position he wasn’t meant to be in. I suppressed a sigh and squeezed past the growing crowd of carnival goers until I had successfully made it within close proximity of the kissing booth. It was Scar’s turn to close the booth for the day, and it was him who insisted I meet him before the day was over so that he could take us to JJ’s party tonight. I had never been a fan of parties; drinking wasn’t my thing, loud music wasn’t my thing, and drunk teenagers dancing to loud music weren’t my thing, but Scar had asked me to accompany him, and I couldn’t say no.
As I neared the kissing booth and Scar caught a glimpse of me, he pulled out a makeshift wooden tag that read CLOSED and placed it on the counter. The girls in line sighed and whined as they disbanded and filtered through the maze of carnival booths. Scar greeted me with, “I told you to meet up with me before the carnival ended. I didn’t mean five minutes before the carnival ended.”
I feigned a smile. “Should’ve been more specific.” He stared at me for a full minute before he released a sigh and moved his attention to the money box beside him on the counter. “But hey, I got some good news for you. I talked to my sister, and she agreed to be your pretend girlfriend for the night.”
His turquoise eyes lit up at that exact moment. “Really?”
“Yeah. We’ll make Francesca jealous, and she’ll realize what she’s been missing, and she’ll come running into your arms, and we’ll all be happy–well, except for me, because I didn’t really like her in the first place.”
Scar's lips pressed together in a thin line as he let his gaze drop to the ground, seeming to slip into deep thought. Once he deemed it fit to satisfy me with a response, he shook his head. “Okay, whatever,” he spat bitterly just as he straightened his posture. “Get your sister and meet me at my Jeep.” He shoved the money box into his gym bag and hauled it over his shoulder. He didn't even bother to say goodbye as he trudged his way through the clean-cut grass, becoming one with the giant mass of people.
Almost on cue, I heard a familiar voice call out, “There you are!” Whipping around to greet the sound of the voice, I saw my sister walking toward me with a frustrated look cast on her face. Her usually unkept hair was tied back into a low ponytail, and she wore an undeniably tight shirt that hugged her boobs in all the wrong places. “Where have you been?” Jillian questioned as she approached me with her hands placed on her hips in a disapproving manner.
I adjusted my leather jacket and cleared my throat. “Out,” I said with a tight-lipped smile in lieu of telling her I had sex with an older man just so I could receive money that, most likely, wasn’t his.
She folded her arms against her chest. “Did you get Scar to have sex with you?”
“What?”
Jillian's brow raised as she tapped her foot impatiently. “You’re wearing your sex smile.”
“Sex smile?”
“I'm your sister, Jamie. You can't honestly expect me to not know when you’ve been fooling around, did you? You’re wearing that same cheeky grin you always do when you get laid. So who was it? Scar?”
I couldn't help but chuckle at her absurd accusation. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. “You got Scar Patterson to sleep with you!”
Acting quickly, I closed the distance between us and cupped a hand over her mouth to prevent her from saying anything else that might tarnish Scar’s reputation. The pictures were enough; he didn’t need this, too. “Would you shut up? I didn’t sleep with him,” I whisper-yelled.
She started to say something, but it came out muffled, making me slowly and carefully retract my hand. “Well, if you would’ve just answered my question and not be a smart-ass, then I wouldn’t have had to go to such drastic measures.”
I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, Jill…” I started as I began to walk in the direction that Scar had disappeared to, “…there’s a party tonight that everyone’s going to. We should totally crash it and make a scene.”
She gave me a skeptical look before finally letting the sex subject go and trailed behind me like a lost kid while holding onto a gold chain around her neck. It was a birthday present from our mom a few years back, and Jillian never took it off. “Since when did we go to parties?” she questioned.
“Okay, truth? Scar needs a date. He wants to make his girlfriend jealous, so I kinda told him that you'd be willing to be his pretend girlfriend.”
Her ice colored eyes grew hard and unfriendly as she glared deadly holes into my forehead. “You did what!” she shrieked. “Look, you may be head over heels for him, but that doesn’t mean you’re supposed to involve me in your schemes. I don’t like him, never did, so I’m not going to pretend to be his–”
“I’ll give you a hundred dollars.”
She pressed her lips shut and studied me with her eyes fixed and narrowed before eventually saying, “Done.”
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