Zara. The girl every guy wanted until she begged for her past to come back.
Audi. The girl no one talked to until she declared an all out war on a teen billionaire's girlfriend.
Levi. The guy everyone hated until he told the truth.
Tate. The guy everyone knew was loyal to one until he asked for more. Too much more.
And all of them don't even remember.
A late night, four people who would've never been caught dead talking to each other, and an open tab at an underground bar. Four people who e
It's been too long a day.
I've gone through starting two new things and ending three more. I had to deal with an asshole, a jerk, and a really nice guy.
I also had to take care of a rich boy and a guy with mommy issues.
This kind of lifestyle was draining me, but it was the only way I had.
Spencer told me that I earned more than half of his girls put together.
That was the only way I could afford to go to school anyway.
I had to suck it up.
I thought it was finally the night I could go home, kick off my heels, order a huge pizza and fall asleep on the couch, watching Gossip Girl reruns.
Then a text from my best friend and roommate Lana, exterminated that plan.
We were going on a double date. Lana was going out with Jordan Montgomery and I had to be stuck with his douchebag bestfriend, Ky Daniels.
Now, I had to fix myself up and make the best impression.
She was going out with him for the job, so maybe, I could go out with Ky for the same reason.
The job was simple. Lure a rich but douche-y guy in, stay wtih him for the week, be an amazing semi-girlfriend, let him spoil you, fuck him once, find his weakness, use it to blackmail him, then get him to pull out the big bucks. Not lower than a thousand.
It was the simplest job ever.
I've been doing it for five years now. Lana, three.
I knew there would be a point in my life when I'd want to stop.
But as of right now, I had a job to put into motion.
"Why does everything look good on you? It's pissing me off," she sighed loudly.
I roll my eyes and smooth out the navy cloth of the dress, straightening up in front of the mirror. It was a tad too short, grazing the middle of my thighs and a bit too tight, constricting my chest. "Do you think it's too much?"
"Your face is already too much, Z," she snapped, narrowing her eyes at me. "And don't even get me started on your boobs."
"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" I asked, strapping on the nude pumps.
"Was there ever a time that people didn't compliment you?" she asked, pulling down the tight red dress.
"Why are you so bitchy today?" I asked. "Don't forget, you're the one who forced me to go on this double date."
She groaned loudly. "I know, I know," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."
"Lana, the guy already likes you," I said, then scratched my head. "Besides, why are you so nervous about this whole thing with Jordan anyway? He's just for a job."
"Shh," she said, pulling off the red dress. "He doesn't know that."
"Wasn't that the point?"
"Well, yeah," she said. "But, I think I don't want to push through with it."
"With the date? Or the job?"
"L, you have to straighten this out before you start buying a dress," I said. "We're wasting time and money."
"Okay, maybe with the job then," she said. "I don't want it to get complicated."
"Lana, it's a fuck-and-go job. You pop the guy's... banana? Drain him for what he's worth and then you leave. There's nothing complicated about it."
"Shit, Lana. Don't tell me you like this guy already," I snapped, pulling off the navy dress. "He's been on your plate for what? Three days?"
"He's great, Z," she swooned, placing a hand to her heart.
"Ew," I snapped, hurling the navy dress at her. "You know we can't do that. We can't fall for these guys. Spencer will kill us."
"He'll kill YOU because his balls ache for you," she said, catching the dress right before it hit her face. "He won't care about me."
"But he will care about another job falling out," I said, rolling my eyes at her. "We don't want a replay of what happened to Kit."
"Kit's an idiot."
"She also married right out of high school because of that guy," I said. "And she can afford an Hermes now."
"She could already afford herpes back then," she said. "Only one letter changed and still, she's an idiot."
"Difference being, she actually wanted an Hermes," I said, removing the pumps. "Please be serious Lana."
"I am being serious, Zara," she snapped. "I really like Jordan."
"For what? For his abs? His Rolls Royce? Or the fact that his family can afford to feed a third-world country for a whole year without even blinking?" I groaned bitchily.
She narrowed her eyes at me. "For none of those, you bitch," she snapped. "I like Jordan for his personality and the fact that he can take care of me. And if you can't accept that, maybe it's time you left."
"Relax, Lana," I sighed, resting my hand on her shoulder. "I'm just saying this for your own good."
"Since when is my own good up to you?" she asked, shrugging me off.
"Since I picked you up from the streets and gave you a roof over your head."
She rolled her eyes and bit down on her lip, looking away from me. "I just feel like he can be my way out, Zara."
I shrugged and held onto her by her shoulders. "I know, Lana. I know," I sighed. "I've been there."
Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh God," she sighed, slapping herself. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I was being so insensitive. I..."
"Forget it, Lana," I smirked. "It's in the past. He's gone, I'm done."
"Well, I hope that's not the case," she said, visibly relaxing. "Because I need you to lure in Ky too."
I smirked and rolled my eyes. "As if that's gonna be so hard. That doofus will screw anything that has legs and a vagina."
"True shit," she laughed. "So, are you getting that dress?"
"No," I said, picking up the dress from the floor. "What's Ky's most hated color?"
"Hey Lana, it's Jordan. I was thinking, maybe we can just have dinner and watch a movie at my place. Ky's here and he can't wait to see Zara. I'll be there in ten. Will you be ready by then?"
Lana rolled her eyes and shrugged, her phone nestling between her fingers. He was on speaker. "Sure Jordan. We're at the apartment. Just text me when you're outside."
"No way," he said. "I'm hanging on to this call till I see you. Don't hang up on me."
I looked at Lana, who was blushing all over. I narrowed my eyes at her and she stuck her tongue out at me. "Hang up," I hissed.
"I won't," she said.
"Hey babe, who was that?" he asked.
"BABE?" I mouthed.
"That was just Zara," she said.
"Oh. Hey Zara," he said. "How's it going."
"Great, Jordan. Thanks for asking," I sighed. "Will you be here soon? My bra is getting itchy."
"ZARA!" Lana snapped, grabbing the phone.
I could hear Jordan chuckle loudly. I rolled my eyes and Lana glared at me.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Ky can't wait to take care of that. I'm almost at your door."
"Sounds great," I said. "Now, aren't you gonna hang up? I'm sure you want an air of mystery or something."
"Not with Lana," he said. "I want to know her every move."
"Stalker," I whispered.
"Okaaaay, that's enough," Lana said, her cheeks still pink. "Zara, please. Stop and change your shoes."
I rolled my eyes again and hopped off the bed. "Fine. I think we should change out of these dresses too."
Lana heaved a huge sigh and nodded. "I'll be right there, just give me a minute."
"Counting," I said, making my way into our closet.
Thanks to our weekly pay and Spencer's generosity (who am I kidding? He just thinks that buying me things will get me into bed with him), we live in a studio apartment in Dumbo. It was made for six people, but we had enough clothes for ten.
I opened up my side of the closet and pulled out a skintight, long-sleeved black top, distressed denim cut-offs and a pair of black Converse. I kept on my old, vintage gold charm bracelet.
It was simple and not too sultry, just enough to give Ky the old boner.
I pulled off my yellow dress and pulled off my yellow bra and panties. I put on a lacy black pair and put on the top and shorts. I bent over to tie up my shoelaces when the door to our room opened.
"Jesus," I heard someone sigh. I looked up and saw Jordan, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Hey you," I said, finishing up the tying.
"Hey," he said. "Erm... um, where's Lana?"
"I don't know," I said. "Weren't you on the phone with her a minute ago?"
"Um, yeah. I was, but then, she lost service and the call ended. Um... I, ha. Um, I..."
"Spit it out, Montgomery," I said, the lace of my Converse getting caught on my bracelet. "Shit."
He shrugged and pointed at my chest. I looked down and saw that the collar was actually under my boobs, exposing my bra in all its lacy glory. The fact that it was pushing my boobs together wasn't helping.
I tried to pull it up, but it was hard with only one hand.
"A little help?" I asked, referring to my bracelet.
Jordan's eyes widened and he nodded stiffly, making his way to me. He knelt down in front of me and pulled my top up.
His fingers grazed a little more than they should have, so I cleared my throat and said, "I was referring to the bracelet."
"Shit, yeah of course," he said, shaking his head. "Sorry about that."
"No worries," I smirked.
He grinned at me, looking into my eyes.
"Jordan," I said. "The bracelet?"
He shook his head again, a little fazed. "Right, of course. Sorry. Here."
He bent down to pull off the bracelet from the lace, but he couldn't get it to budge either. He pressed a bit closer to me, his cheeks grazing my chest.
He pulled on it again, but his own cuff got caught on the bracelet too, making him press his face closer to my chest.
"Jordan! I-. Whoa, what's going on?"
Jordan and I looked up, seeing Lana there, her arms crossed over her chest.
"I was just helping Zara out," he said.
"With what? Checking if her boobs were firm enough?" Lana asked, raising her eyebrow at me.
"Seriously, Lana?" I snapped, standing up, hurling Jordan with me. I was trying to balance with my hand cuffed to my feet. Jordan stayed kneeling on the floor. "My bracelet got stuck to the laces and he tried to help me out. But, his own cuff got caught on the bracelet too."
Lana opened her mouth to say something, but instead, she made her way to us and expertly removed both of us. "Sheesh, you people really should understand the dangers of bracelets and laces."
Jordan cracked a smile and hugged Lana tightly. "Sorry about that beautiful, hey," he said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Not a problem," she said. "Sorry for that. It was rude. Should we get going?"
"Aren't you gonna change?" I asked sweetly.
Lana smirked and said, "Right of course. J, can you give us a second?"
"Sure babe," he said, kissing her on the cheek again. "I'll wait outside. Sorry about that Zara."
"Nah, it's cool. Thank you," I said, shutting the door behind me.
"What was that?" Lana asked. "Please don't tell me this is some ploy to get me out of liking him."
"Are you shitting me?" I asked. "Don't even ask me that. I really got stuck and he helped me out. The only reason his face was on my chest was because he was stuck to me."
"God, I'm sorry again," she said. "I don't know what's happening."
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Jeez, relax. We're on a contract here. Saw him first, all yours."
"Right," she said. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," I said. "Now change out of those clothes. The sooner I can get Ky in, the faster this job will be done."
"Zara, Zara, Zara. What did I do to get such a stunner like you?" Ky asked, opening the door for us in the Montgomery Mansion. Wearing a green V-neck shirt, khaki shorts, and green Nikes, he had a beer in his hand and a Merit in the other.
Ky Daniels. Gorgeous, athletic, hot as hell, but a nympho who's got more libido than brain.
I rolled my eyes at him and smirked. "Didn't anyone tell you?" I asked. "Today I'm attracted to guys with huge egos."
"Why is that?" he asked, brushing his eyes over me again.
"It makes up for the small penis," I smirked, pushing past him as I made my way inside. I heard Jordan and Lana hoot in laughter.
Ky snorted and I could hear his footsteps follow behind me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and whispered, "If that's some ploy to get me to stop fantasizing about you naked, forget it. It won't work."
I turned to face him and kissed him on the cheek. "Ky, baby. Don't worry. I just wanted to piss you off a little, so you'd take it out on me in bed."
His eyes widened and I smirked. Gotcha.
"Sweetie, if all you wanted was someone rough in bed, all you had to do was ask," he smirked, trailing his fingers on my skin. "I thought you wanted someone sweet and gentle."
"Sweet and gentle is for someone who wants to lose their virginity," I snapped.
"So, the last time you had sweet and gentle sex was when you were eight then?" he said cheekily.
"No, I was fifteen, thank you very much," I said. "But don't worry baby, I almost forgot that you're still a virgin. I'll be gentle. I promise."
"I lost it when I was thirteen, Zara," he said shamelessly.
"You must be so proud," I snapped, sitting down inside the living room. Ky rolled his eyes at me and sat next to me.
"All your sex talk is grossing me out," Lana said. "Stop please."
"Gladly," I said, looking at Ky. He waggled his eyebrows at me and I blew him a kiss. "So, what's for dinner?"
"I thought we were gonna watch a movie first?" Ky asked.
"I'm starving," Jordan said. "Dinner first, then movie."
"But, but I wanted to watch a movie first," Lana sighed, pouting her lips.
I looked over at Jordan, who looked back at me. I rolled my eyes and he smiled. "Okay, let's watch that movie."
"What movie exactly?" Lana asked, clutching onto his arm tightly.
"I don't know," he said. "Ladies' choice."
That's when Ky stood up and said, "Dude, whoa. What? No. No way. They're just going to pick some lovey-dovey chick flick. Be a man, choose the movie." I could see it in his eyes that he wasn't fully committed to what he was saying. It was as if he was hoping that we'd choose a chick flick.
I smirked. "I was going to suggest a gory, bloody thriller or a horror movie but whatever," I sighed, leaning back in my chair. I took a quick glance at Ky, right as he swallowed hard.
Seriously? Ky Daniels was afraid of bloody thriller movies? Or was it horror movies?
Either way, that's hilarious.
"Great idea!" Lana said. "How about something mild? Like Saw or The Exorcism?"
"Saw sounds great," I said, still looking at Ky. He was trying his hardest to stay stone-faced, but it wasn't working.
Ky Daniels was afraid of blood and brutal killing.
"I'm up for it," Jordan said, glancing nervously at Ky. "Bro?"
Ky smirked and said, "Psh. Sure, whatever floats your boat."
I sat up and took his hand. "Well come on then, let's go, babe," I said. I leaned in closer to him, pressing my lips close to his ear. "Are you okay?"
He cocked his head to the side and pulled me closer to him, his hand on my waist. "Never better."
I raised my eyebrow and nodded. "Just remember, I can cover your eyes at the scary parts," I whispered. His eyes grew huge.
"Psh, it's the other way around babe," he said.
"Whatever floats your boat, babe," I said.