Page 4 of Fiancé for Hire

She wanted to blindside him with this request.

He shook his head. “No way. I’m not letting you pimp me out.”

His aunt and uncle were the CEO and CFO, respectively, of At Your Service,but this was the first time she had tried anything like this.

“Sweetie, it’s not like that. This month we have been slammed with requests for escorts. That is a good thing, but it’s put us in a bind.”

Sighing, she reminded him that successful women were struggling to find men to meet their various needs, such as doing repairs around the house. She saw more of a need when it came to those same women needing a companion for an event or two—which was the case in this situation.

After being successful in matching a few family members, Viola realized she could make a living at doing something that she was a natural in—matchmaking. She was good at pairing women to the company’s escorts. To her credit, his aunt had a ton of success matching her siblings and some of her in-laws—and now perfect strangers.

“I honestly don’t have anyone available at the moment who fits her requirements—except for you. Since you’re in town and taking time off, I thought you’d be perfect for this assignment. You’ve already been vetted. So if you’ll agree, I’ll be able to go ahead and match the two of you.”

The organization was a single woman’s dream. It usually had a man for anything a woman could possibly need, but technically Drevon hadn’t signed on to be one of his aunt’smen. She had roped him into completing the online profile supposedly to test out the company’s software. Drevon assumed she had deleted the information, but apparently not.

Not only had she not deleted it, but it sounded like she had updated it.

“Let’s go to my office. You can meet the woman face-to-face,” his aunt continued. “She’s beautiful, successful, well-connected, and this is the first time that she’s using our services. I couldn’t tell her we didn’t have anyone for her.”

“Fine, I’ll tell her.” Drevon started for the door, but his aunt stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“You will do no such thing.”

“Aunt Vi, I would normally be willing to help you out, but now is not a good time. I came back to Atlanta to regroup. Not to be someone’s paid escort.”

“It wouldn’t be like that. She mainly needs a friend—a male friend who can attend a few events with her, and that’s all. Trust me when I tell you she’s amazing. She’s not the type of woman you usually date. This woman is not only beautiful, but she’s smart, carries herself like a lady, and she has a successful career.”

Drevon chuckled under his breath. He knew there was a dig somewhere in that statement about his dating life, but he didn’t take it personally.

Yes, he’d dated his share of gorgeous yet shallow women. It wasn’t always by choice, but he couldn’t help that those were the types of women who threw themselves at him. And since he hadn’t been looking for anything serious, just a good time, he usually played along.

That was his other reason for taking time off and returning home.

He needed a break—time to evaluate his life and determine whether he was on the right track with his future goals. Mainly, he needed to make some changes in his life.

Specifically, his personal life.

“Aunt Vi, I—”

“Come on, Dre. Don’t say no. I know Kendall did a number on you, but this is your chance to forget about her and have a little fun.”

Drevon gritted his teeth at the mention of his ex. His chest heaved just thinking about Kendall Monroe, an award-winning actress he’d dated for months.

Heat spread through his body as a sudden bout of anger simmered in his chest. Her antics, lies, and blatant disrespect toward him could’ve cost him everything, including his freedom. He would never forgive her.

“I’ve never asked you for a favor before,” his aunt said, “but I need your help on this one.”

Drevon released a long breath and was slow to speak as he struggled to reel in his frustration. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for his aunt, but this…

“Why me? Why do you need me to escort this woman? I’m trying to lay low, especially after that mess with Kendall.”

“Honey, I understand,” she said, patting his arm. “But what better way to get over one woman than by helping another one out? Especially one who only wants you for a couple of events.”

Drevon sighed. He couldn’t believe that he was considering doing this.

He glanced down at his attire. He was wearing a designer black-and-white printed zip-placket polo with black walking shorts patterned identically to the shirt. The silver jewelry around his neck and wrist, along with black boat shoes, set off the outfit.

Though the ensemble could be considered casual-dressy to some, he wasn’t dressed to meet a potential client.

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