Bad Reputation a Fake Fiance Romance

Most people in L.A. would have gone right to the plastic surgeon, but not my confident best friend. She just laughed it off and said that her nose was what made her unique.

Well, that, and her bubbly personality.

I got out of the Uber.

“Oh, my God!” Vicky squealed. “It’s so good to see you.”

“You too,” I smiled. “And this little guy.”

“Say hi, James,” his mother urged.

James buried his face in his mother’s shoulder, too shy. The little guy was the spitting image of his father, with black hair and the biggest green eyes I had ever seen.

“He’ll get used to you,” his mother assured me. “Let me help you with your bags.”

“Oh, no, I got it,” I said, taking my bag from Carlos. “Thanks, Carlos. You get a five star.”

“Thank you, enjoy your stay,” grinned Carlos, getting back into his car.

Inside Vicky’s place was really nice. It was ten bedrooms and looked expertly decorated. Vicky admitted that she had done the interiors herself and I was surprised, since the place seemed to be on the cutting edge.

She showed me to the guest room, which had its own bath. Everything in the room, from the furniture, to the fixtures, looked antique and expensive. On some level, I was afraid to touch anything.

“Why don’t you get washed up and relax?” suggested Vicky. “You’re probably wiped after that flight. I’m going to put James down for a little nap and get dinner started.”

“Thanks, Sweetie.”

“No problem! Anything for my bestie,” she added, giving me a quick hug.

She took James out of the room and I shut and locked the door behind them.

Part one of my plan, getting here, was done. Now to make sure part two was ready. Taking out my phone, I immediately texted Leo.

“Touched down. I’m at my friend’s place,” I texted. “You still good to go?”

A few seconds later, a picture of Leo’s handsome face popped up on my phone. He was so hot, even a picture made me blush. I couldn’t wait to meet him in person.

I had done something I didn’t want anyone to find out about. Unable to face the reunion alone, I had hired an escort to pretend to be my fiancé. It was crazy, but I couldn’t think of what else to do and there was no way I was going to the reunion alone — and admitting to being the loser that I was.

I had found the number for the escort service while I was in New York. Luckily, they had a branch in L.A. too. Leo was from Santa Barbara, so I didn’t have to fly him in, just get him a hotel room.

For fifteen hundred dollars, he was going to pretend to love me for a night. I was hoping that was a good deal. Since I’d never done anything like this and had no idea.

“Yes, of course,” Leo responded to my text. “I have you scheduled, and I have memorized the facts you emailed me.”

“Good,” I replied. “I’ll see you soon and thanks.”

I knew that the deal probably didn’t include sex, although I still wasn’t sure how it all worked. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would get to see his toned, muscular chest naked.

Maybe he would pick me up and carry me to the bed. His cock was probably as big as his hands made me guess it would be, and I just knew I’d be so wet for him because even his picture on my phone screen was so hot.

I told myself to quit lusting after him. This was a business transaction only.

After a quick shower and a freshening up, I looked around the rest the house. The smell of Vicky’s stir fry permeated the air as I passed through the living room. There was a grand piano that held framed pictures of Jim and Vicky’s friends.

I nearly fell over when I spotted a familiar face.

There in a group of several guys was a devastatingly handsome man. I blinked, not understanding, but I still saw the same bright green eyes and slightly long blonde hair that I had been looking at minutes ago. In this picture, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a law school logo on the breast and I could see his muscular arms.

It was Leo, my escort.

“Oh shit,” I said aloud.

“What’s wrong?” called Vicky from the kitchen.

“Oh, nothing,” I said, regaining my composure. “I’m just looking at some of the pictures you have on display here on the piano. Is this family?”

“No, most of those are on the mantle,” explained Vicky. “Those are Jim’s friends from law school. Some he met while going to school and some he met when he went back to give speeches.”

Oh, my God.

Jim and Vicky already know Leo!

Chapter Two

Leo

Working as an escort always felt kind of sleazy to me. The only reason I did it was because people were paying good money and it’s just so damned expensive to live in California. Once I made some inroads at a law firm and passed the bar, I could put it all behind me, but for now it was great money.