Page 48 of Boyfriend for Hire

Jet missed his shot and straightened. “How long have you two been dating? It hasn’t been that long, has it?”

“Almost two months.”

“Oh damn, she put it on you then, if she got you giving her the keys to the kingdom and talking about forever.”

“I know you not talking,” Montez said with a smirk as he bent over the table and lined up a shot.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, man. We hired you to do work for Amaya, not put in work. That woman has you wrapped around her finger, got you eating vegan food and shit.Vegan.” Montez shook his head.

Drevon laughed, and Jet shot him the bird.

“She’s a special woman, and I needed more vegetables in my diet,” he grumbled.

Montez sank his shot and then stared at his cousin. “I don’t know what you’re laughing about. Antika been had a ring in your nose, and truth be told, I didn’t expect it. Who goes from being an escort one day to being a fiancé of sorts days later?” He laughed while shaking his head.

“I can see why our boy got himself in a jam, though. She’s fire,” Jet said.

“Watch your mouth—both of you,” Drevon said with a laugh. “Yeah, she’s all that, but the situation I got us into… that’s on me. I got caught up in the moment, and well… I couldn’t help myself.”

“Frankly, anybody’s better than Kendall. I still have nightmares.” Montez shivered.

“Youhave nightmares? How do you think I feel? I was the one who got arrested!” Drevon exclaimed.

“And a valuable lesson was learned. Leave those super-possessive, bat-shit crazy women alone,” Jet joked.

“Amen,” Drevon muttered. “Wait a minute, how did the conversation shift to us? We were talking about you and Desiree,Montez.”

Montez rested his pool stick on the floor and took a moment to reflect on his relationship. “This is new to me, but all I want to do is spend time with her, even if we’re not doing anything. We go out, of course. Couple of weeks ago, we went to the T-Murder show with Devonte and his date, but I just like sitting with her and talking. She’s funny and smart, and we never tire of things to talk about. I-I’m falling in love with her, and I’m not afraid to admit it.” He shrugged, waiting for the fallout and not caring if it came.

His feelings for Desiree ran deep, and whenever she called and said she was on the way to his place, he became excited, as if he’d hit a hole-in-one on the golf course. If he wasn’t at home, he liked that she had her own key and could let herself in and be comfortable until he arrived. She had also started keeping some of her clothes at his condo, which he had encouraged, surprisingly. In the past, he had been very particular about women leaving personal items at his place. He simply didn’t allow it.

Desiree was different, though, because… well, because he didn’t consider her passing through his life. He intended for her to be a permanent fixture.

Drevon lowered the bottle from his lips. “Love? Damn.”

“That’s what’s up. Does she know?” Jet asked.

“Not yet, but I plan to tell her.”

“I’m happy for you.” Drevon saluted with his bottle.

“I’m happy for all of us. Does this mean we’re getting old and have to be responsible adults?” Jet asked.

Montez chuckled. “I’m afraid so. Hold up, is this the first time we’ve all been in a serious relationship at the same time?” He shifted his gaze from one to the other.

Jet frowned. “I think it is.”

“A lot of firsts happening.” Montez bent over the pool table and called the next shot.

“What’s going on with Desiree and her promotion? Did she get it?” Jet picked up his beer and took a sip.

“Funny you should ask. She’s going to find out on Monday.” Montez sank the ball in the pocket.

“I bet she’s nervous.”

Montez circled the table, searching for another shot. “She’s a wreck, but I already told her she’s got it. Eleven, corner pocket.” He missed.

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