Four Week Fiancé

by Helen Cooper

  “I was thinking that this room would be good for you.” Mila’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “This is the room you and Cody normally share.”

  “It has two twin beds,” I said, my eyes never leaving her face.

  “You want a double bed?” she said, her face tensing as she gazed back at me.

  “That would be nice.” I nodded, enjoying seeing the rise of a blush in her face. I wondered how red her face would go if I told her the things I wanted to do with her.

  “For you and Barbie?” she asked me softly, her tone slightly off.

  “Yeah,” I said, my mind already gone from Barbie. Mila was right, of course, there was nothing about Barbie that was special. She’d been good the night that I’d met her and she’d given me head without asking for much. We hadn’t even fucked and I didn’t even care. I wasn’t even sure why I’d brought her. Well, that was a lie. I’d brought her because I’d been scared that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of Mila if Barbie weren’t here. And as much as I wanted to bend her over and hear her crying out my name, I knew that Cody would cut my balls off if I messed with his sister. And not just because he didn’t think I was good enough for her. He knew things that Mila didn’t. He knew things I was into. Things I was capable of. I understood why he didn’t want me with Mila. I even agreed with him. But as she gazed at me with her pouty lips, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to stop what seemed to be the natural course of events between us.

  “Hey, TJ, can I talk to you?” Barbie walked into the room, a frown on her face as she gazed at us.

  “Yeah, sure,” I said and gave her a smile. “Come on in.”

  “I want to talk to you without Miley.”

  “It’s Mila,” Mila said as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll be in my room.” She gave me a pointed look. “Come and get me if you need me.”

  “For anything?” I said softly, winking at her as she walked out.

  “What do you mean?” she asked suspiciously.

  “I was wondering if I could come and get you for anything, as you said ‘come and get me if you need me.’ ”

  “Within reason, obviously,” she said and played with her blond tresses again.

  “Oh, it will be reasonable,” I said with a grin. “See you later, Mila.”

  “Uh huh,” she said as she hurried out of the room.

  “You’re totally playing me, huh?” Barbie said as she closed the door.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked her with a weak smile, trying not to show her my impatience. As I looked at her face, I wasn’t sure what I’d seen in her the night I’d picked her up.

  “Does Mila know what you’re up to?” Barbie said as she raised an eyebrow at me.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked with a frown, feeling annoyed.

  “Does she know why I’m really here?”

  “You’re not here to make her jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m not here to fuck you, though, either. Am I?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the bulge in my pants.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Barbie,” I said, my brain starting to work in overload. What exactly did Barbie know?

  “Yes, you do.” She grinned. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I wonder what Mila would think if she knew. And Cody?” She tilted her head back. “What would they all think if they knew exactly what TJ Walker had up his sleeve?”

  “What are you talking about?” I said, but my heart sank as I knew that this had been a setup. Even the meeting at the bar must have been planned.

  “We both know what I’m talking about.” She grinned. “So, you going to make the move on Mila, or what?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said again as I glared at her.

  “She’ll be like putty in your hands.” She laughed. “And the poor girl has no clue. She’s going to think it’s all her, when you’ve had it all planned out.”

  “I don’t know what you’re insinuating.” I grabbed her wrists and snarled.

  “Sure you don’t.” She licked her lips, like a cat that had just gotten the cream. “You’d better make sure that things don’t get complicated for you.”

  “They won’t,” I said and pursed my lips. “I’ll make sure of that.” But as I stood there and thought about what I had planned, I wasn’t so sure. Mila was going to complicate things. A lot. And not just because I wanted her in my bed. Not even because I wanted her to be my fake fiancée. No, I had to step very carefully now. I had to make sure that everything went smoothly. And step one of my plan was already in motion.

  Chapter Six

  Mila

  October 4th, 2009

  Dear Diary,

  Something really weird happened today. TJ asked me what I thought love meant. Like seriously. For a few seconds I thought he was trying to tell me he loved me, but I don’t think he was. I think he was trying to talk to me on a deeper level, like I was an adult or something. I said that love is loving someone so much that you think of them before yourself. He then asked if I thought that was truly possible. I said of course. Then he just nodded and said I’d grow up one day. I have no idea what he meant by that. But I think he was saying he doesn’t believe in love. That makes me sad. For me and him. I think that’s a sign that I’m growing up. Scary, but true. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t screw his brains out if I had the chance. Hahaha, I got that term from a book Sally’s been reading. I don’t really know where it came from. How can you screw someone’s brains out? I’m not sure, but maybe one day TJ will teach me. And maybe I can teach him how to fall in love. One can wish!

  Mila

  XOXO

  Present Day

  “So, fun fact, Barbie just barged into the bedroom with TJ and me and demanded to talk to him,” I said quietly as I walked back into my bedroom. Sally sat up with a curious expression and a glint in her eye.

  “So, what did she want to talk to him about?” she asked eagerly.

  “Well, I can’t read minds, and she asked me to leave before she started talking, so I have no idea.” I shrugged as I sat on the bed next to her. My mind was spinning and all I could think about was TJ asking me if he could come and get me for anything. What did that mean? What was anything? Was he insinuating sex or was he talking about something stupid liking doing his laundry? I could still remember the time he’d come home with Cody and offered to pay me $10 to wash and iron his clothes. The sad part was that I’d accepted his offer gladly. I’d held his shirt to my face like it was some sort of trophy and then I’d sniffed under the armpits and nearly gagged. Maybe that wasn’t the smartest idea I’d ever had. TJ may have been the college boy of my dreams, but I wasn’t sure he’d known much about deodorant in those days.

  “You should have listened outside of the door, duh.” Sally said. “Haven’t you learned anything from working in corporate America?”

  “Um, I was a receptionist and now I’m basically an assistant.” I shook my head at her. “I wasn’t exactly in the boardroom discussing merger and takeover plans.”

  “You guys are merging?” Sally asked in a surprised tone.

  “I don’t really know what’s going on. I don’t think we’re merging with anyone.” I bit my lower lip, my head thudding. “I don’t know that business is going great. You know how this economy is. I know Dad and Cody have been worried. That’s most probably why Cody is working late tonight. I think they were going to go over the books. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure things are fine, but I’m not exactly in the know.”

  “Oh no, Nonno must be so upset.” Sally looked sad.

  “Yeah.” I bit my lower lip and sighed. “I’m not sure he really knows what’s going on.” I leaned back on the bed. “That’s why I feel guilty about asking for an advance. I’m sure Cody will have something to say about it.”

  “Yeah,” Sally said. “I’ll lend you whatever you need. Just pay me back next month.”

  “You don’t ha
ve to do that.” I shook my head, feeling guilty. I didn’t want to borrow from Sally. Nonno had always told me to never lend and never borrow from a friend. And his advice was usually spot on.

  “I know that, but I want to,” Sally said with a smile. “That’s what friends are for.”

  “You’re too kind.” I laughed and then moved over on the bed closer to her. ‘Do you think I’m making a mistake going after TJ?” I said softly. “Am I a horrible person going after a guy who is kinda seeing someone?”

  “Not when that someone is Barbie.” Sally shook her head. “And not when the someone you’re after is TJ Walker. You’ve wanted him for years. I don’t see anything wrong in you going after him.”

  “Isn’t that going against the girl code?” I made a face. I didn’t think I owed Barbie anything, but also didn’t want to be one of those shady girls who goes after what she wants without even thinking about the other person.

  “Maybe.” She shrugged. “Though, it’s not like Barbie is honoring any girl code. She’s horrible. I don’t know what any guy see’s in Barbie. She’s a bimbo.”

  “That’s what they see and like.” I sighed. “Big boobs and pouty lips.”

  “Ugh, I don’t even want to think about her.” Sally made a face. “Let’s go into the living room. Maybe we can figure out dinner; I’m hungry.”

  “Yeah, I could eat something as well.” I nodded and we headed out into the living room. “I was thinking maybe ribs or something.”

  “Ribs would be divine.” She nodded eagerly. “Ooh and some pulled pork.”

  “And smoked sausage,” I said, my stomach growling. “And banana pudding for dessert.”

  “Oh, man, remember that banana pudding we got from Magnolia Bakery when we went to New York? It was so good.” Sally licked her lips.

  “Um, how could I forget?” I said, my mind going back to the drizzly day that had changed my life—well, not really my life. It had changed the way I felt about banana pudding. It had gone from an okay dessert to a ‘where have you been all my life’ dessert. “That’s why I said I want it tonight,” I said and I went quiet as I heard footsteps heading towards us.

  “I could kiss you all night long.” TJ and Barbie walked into the living room with their arms around each other. All happy thoughts of banana pudding fled my mind. I tried not to gag as I saw Barbie’s hands in his hair, pulling at the ends of his dark silky tresses. “I could kiss you and touch your hair all night.” Barbie almost purred as they stepped next to the fireplace and stood there.

  “Yeah, yeah, we heard you the first time,” Sally said, giving them a disgusted look.

  “Well, don’t you have good hearing?” Barbie said as she turned around. She gave me a pitying look and then turned back to TJ. “I’m hungry. Let’s go and eat.”

  “Sure.” He nodded, the smile on his lips not quite reaching his eyes. In fact, his eyes looked like he was slightly turned off. I tried to make eye contact with him, but when he finally looked into my eyes, he looked like he was having the time of his life.

  “You girls hungry as well?” TJ grinned as he looked at us.

  “Is that even a question?” Sally looked at me and laughed.

  “Yeah, TJ, was that a real question?” I smiled at him, though I was feeling anything but happy as I watched Barbie running her hands down his back. “Of course we want to eat.”

  “So I guess this means the romantic dinner you promised me is off.” Barbie’s voice sounded annoyed and she pouted. “You’ll have to make it up to me tonight.”

  “Of course, baby,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine as he grabbed Barbie around the waist and kissed the side of her face. “I’ll make it up to you all night long.”

  “You’re a pig.” Sally said what I was thinking.

  “Well, do you want this pig to feed you or not?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Let’s go,” I said, wishing I hadn’t spent so much money on the lingerie. What had been the point? I wasn’t going have an opportunity to try and seduce him. It wasn’t as if I were going to slip into his room, knowing he and Barbie were going to be getting it on. It made me sick just thinking about it.

  ***

  Sally and I sat in the back of the car on the way to the restaurant. We sat in silence, like two petulant kids whose parents had told them off for something. I stared at the back of TJ’s ear, and all I could think about was how much he annoyed me. It was really quite astonishing that I could love him as much as I did, knowing I couldn’t stand him so much at the same time. It was how I knew I was really in love with him. No mere crush would have kept my attention for so long. Not for someone like TJ, someone who frustrated me so much that sometimes I just wanted to bang my head against a wall.

  “So your dad is Hudson Walker?” Barbie said as her fingers ran up and down TJ’s thighs. I wanted to reach forward and slap her hands away from his hand. My heartbeat seemed to be in sync with her fingers because as her fingers got closer to his crotch, my heartbeat increased, and as they slid away, my heartbeat got slower.

  “Yes,” TJ said, his tone making it clear that he didn’t want to talk about his father any further.

  “He’s really handsome,” Barbie said, her voice light and giggly. “And rich.”

  “No shit,” Sally said from next to me, her tone irritated. Sally really didn’t give a shit what Barbie thought about her.

  “So, you work for him?” Barbie continued, ignoring Sally.

  “Yes,” TJ said and the tenseness of his yes spoke volumes. TJ was an atypical son for a handsome, famous, billionaire. While he was handsome and popular, he’d never used his father’s name to get ahead. In fact, all he’d ever wanted to do was make his father proud. Ever since I’d known him, he’d been an overachiever—and not because his parents pushed him, either—but because he wanted to prove to his father that he was just as brilliant and capable as him. Yet, his father had never really given him the validation that he needed. I didn’t think it was fair. I hated his father. Not because he was mean or rude and not because he didn’t love TJ. He loved TJ like a father should love a son, but he never gave him anything extra. He never went above and beyond. He always said the perfunctory congratulations, but he never seemed super proud or overeager. He just assumed that TJ would be intelligent and sporty because he was. And that was the crux of my issue with him. He always compared TJ to himself. IF TJ got an A, he would have gotten an A+. If TJ was second seed on the tennis team, he was first seed. If TJ won a leading role in a school play, he was lead. And it wasn’t even as if he were bragging to out-do TJ, that was just his way. TJ’s dad had taken his father’s business and made it into a multi-billion dollar industry. Hudson Walker was world famous, for his business acumen and for dating the hottest supermodels and actresses in the world. It was his way: he worked hard and played even harder. And somehow TJ had gotten left by the wayside.

  “What do you do?” Barbie continued and the air in the car grew tense.

  “Let’s talk about something else,” I said to change the subject. I felt bad for TJ and, while I thought he was a jerk, I didn’t want him to have to go into the nitty gritty of his job to someone like her, someone I hoped wouldn’t last past the weekend. I didn’t like Barbie and it wasn’t just because I was jealous. She seemed like the worst kind of gold-digger, and I really hoped that TJ wasn’t going to get sucked in by her good looks. I didn’t understand why guys could never figure out which girls were the parasitic vultures in the dating world. Did they really not see all the signs or did they just ignore them because the girls were hot?

  “Whatever,” Barbie said, clearly annoyed that I’d cut her off.

  “Whatever,” Sally mouthed at me and rolled her eyes and I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing. “So, I sure am hungry,” Sally continued and rubbed her stomach. “I wish Troy were here because I know he’d take us all to a nice steak restaurant and pay.”

  “Sally.” I gave her a look and she just grinned back at me. “Troy isn�
��t your sugar daddy.”

  “But he could be yours.”

  “You have a sugar daddy?” Barbie turned around and her look was so scornful and shocked that I couldn’t stop myself from responding.

  “Well, he wants me any way he can have me,” I said sweetly. “And as I’m not cheap, he knows he has to work hard.”

  “Mila’s a difficult one to catch,” TJ said in an amused tone, and I blushed.

  “Not that many have been trying to catch me,” I said and immediately regretted my words. I meant to be making myself look more desirable than I was. Not worse.

  “You mean this week?” Sally said and giggled. “What about Louis and Damon?”

  “What?” I asked, confused. However, my voice was drowned out by TJ.

  “Who are Louis and Damon?” he said, his tone slightly annoyed as he glanced at me in the rear-view mirror.

  “Mila hasn’t told you about Louis and Damon?” Sally said and winked at me.

  “And I’m not about to start,” I said, cutting her off. I didn’t need Sally getting me into any more trouble. Louis and Damon, ugh.

  “You can’t help it if men just fall in love with you,” Sally said. “You’re beautiful and smart. Men like that combination. No guy wants a bimbo.” She grinned. “Big boobs and no brains is not attractive.”

  “I guess no boobs and no brains is even worse though,” Barbie interrupted and looked back at Sally with narrowed eyes. “I’d hate to be ugly.”

  “Well, you certainly don’t have to worry about that,” TJ said and I watched as he squeezed her knee. My body froze as I sat there watching her squeezing his hand. This was the worst kind of torture and I wished that I were anywhere but in this car.