Page 16 of Fiancé for Hire

Little did his friend know, Antika probably wasn’t interested in playing. She’d had a career-ending injury, and it sounded like she didn’t hoop much anymore.

Besides that, though Drevon was feeling the woman, there wouldn’t be any other dates—including playing basketball—outside of the contract’s agreement.

“Jet, hold up. I didn’t tell you the funny part,” Montez said, and Drevon wondered what else he thought he knew. “This woman didn’t want to go out with our boy. She asked Mom to find her someone else because Dre wasn’t what she’d asked for.” Montez howled with laughter as if he’d just said the funniest thing in the world.

“Whaat?That million-dollar face of his didn’t have a woman swooning this time? Like he’s just an ordinary guy?” Jet laughed so hard that Drevon feared his bag of sunflower seeds would end up on the hardwood floor.

“Y’all get on my damn nerves. Idiots,” he mumbled.

He had to endure one joke after another, and he tried to ignore them, but it was hard not to laugh. He might not have any brothers, but with these two clowns in his life, he didn’t need any.

“His charming ass will probably make the poor woman fall in love with him,” Jet said.

Montez snorted. “Yeah, but considering Kendall announced to the world that he has commitment issues, things won’t go far.”

“True. She also said he had issues in the bedroom…”

Drevon gritted his teeth. He knew they were trying to be funny, but Kendall’s name was still a trigger.

For the next few minutes, they kept the nonsense going, talking over each other, and he was about ready to knock them both upside the head.

“This sister can probablydunkon his ass and—”

“Drag him around the court by his earlobe, then—”

“Enough!” Drevon roared. “Damn!Grown-ass men acting like you’re still in high school. Enough about me! What’s going on with you guys?”

“I’m just screwing with you, man. Quit acting so sensitive,” Jet cracked, chuckling as he dabbed at the corners of his eyes with the back of his hands. “You’re an easy target. Besides, nothing’s up with… Oh, wait. Remember that landscaping client I told you was my math and science tutor senior year of high school—Amaya Walker?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Drevon said.

“She used to be super quiet, wicked smart, and extremely shy. It’s been kind of wild getting to know her again after all this time. She’s an amazing woman. A powerful record exec. Has a banging, curvy body. Super confident. Knows exactly what she wants…”

Back then, Jet had been one of the popular kids and wouldn’t normally kick it with someone as quiet as Amaya. He mentioned her sometimes after a tutoring session, but that was it.

“You do remember that there’s no dating clients, right?” Montez asked and narrowed his eyes. “That means youcan’task her out.”

“Dude, I know the rules,” Jet said defensively.

Drevon grinned. “He might know the rules, but I have a feeling Aunt Vi will be going upside his big head with her laptop one day soon because hebrokethe rule. I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

“Whatever,” Jet said dryly, never denying that he might try to get with Amaya. “Montez, since you all up in our business, what’s up with you?”

After a long hesitation, Montez said, “I met someone. Sorta.”

Except for the sounds coming through the television, silence fell between them. Montez rarely gave details about his conquests, so they could tell this mystery woman had left an impression on him.

“So what happened?” Drevon asked.

Montez shrugged. “Nothing. We hooked up at a hotel, and then she left the next morning.”

“Did you get her name? Maybe you could find her.”

“Her name is Desiree, but I’m not going to find her.”

“Why not?” Jet demanded.

“Because she left without leaving any contact information. If she wanted to keep in touch, she wouldn’t have done that. We had fun. It’s over. I’m good.”

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