The Paid GirlFriend

Chapter 1

"Oh la, la, hottie at twelve o'clock," Devon whispered
under his breath, grabbing a menu for the customer.
"Wish me luck sweetness."
I rolled my eyes as he practically skipped away, too
focused on trying not to make a mess of refilling the
salt shakers to look up. I've worked for Mel's Diner for
half a year now and already my coworkers were like
family to me. Devon was full-on, flamboyantly gay and
was so proud he wore it like a second skin. Too bad
his parents didn't share that feeling. They disowned him
and now he was saving every penny like it was his last.
"Ugh, he's married," Devon muttered solemnly, stomping
back, giving the cook his order ticket.
"Poor Devy," Tonya cooed mockingly, reaching over to
ruffle his black hair. He slapped it away, grabbing a
glass and filling it with sweet tea.
"Whatevs, I wouldn't have had time for him anyways,"
Devon muttered, poking his bottom lip out sulkingly.
I screwed the top on the last salt shaker and pushed it
into the little wired basket before brushing my hands off
against my apron. "It'll be alright Dev. You deserve
happiness," I said reassuringly, reaching over to squeeze
his shoulder before he shuffled away.
"He needs to give up already on the Cinderella fantasy
he has going on. No one's going to come in here,
sweep him off his feet and give him everything his little
heart desires," Tonya muttered, wiping down the counter,
wisps of blond hair falling in her face.
"Tonya," I scowled her. "That's mean."
She rolled her green eyes. "Sab, you can't honestly say
you're not tired of hearing Dev whine about every straight
or married guy that walks in here."
I rolled my eyes. "Devon's going through a tough time.
He needs us."
She huffed but said nothing else. It was just the three of
us for tonigt, plus the cook for the night, Jimmy. We
were just forty minutes until closing time and I just
prayed no one else came in.
Devon came back with his hands full of his last
costumers' tip and a tub full of dirty dishes.
"I have to stick these in the dish washer, Cruella, do you
mind giving table seven his order?" Devon asked Tonya.
"Sure, want me to spit in it?" Tonya snarked, grabbing
the hot plate.
Devon snorted, "no thanks sugar, lord knows what
disease you'll give him." With that he disappeared in the
back.
I rolled my eyes. Tonya and Devon had the oddest
relationship I've ever seen. It was like they loved to hate
each other. One second they're whispering behind each
other backs, calling each crude names, and the next
second they're spitting in costumer's food for each
other.
Tonya came back and asked if it was okay for her to
leave early. I waved her away. She usually slacked off
when the owner wasn't around. Devon's last costumer
left, leaving a heavy tip and I told him it was cool if he
left too. He'd lucked out and got a double shift so I
knew his feet were killing him. With a kiss on my cheek
and a thank you he skipped out of the diner.
I was wiping off the last remaining table when the bell
ringed, singling that someone walked into the diner. I
sighed disappointedly. Looks like I'm missing Scandle
tonight. With a forced smile I turned around...
Only to jump back a foot.
I shrieked, dropping the rag on the ground and covering
my heart as if to keep it from bursting from my chest.
Jimmy busted out the kitchen, spatcula and greasy
apron included.
"What's going on out here?" He demanded, his wild eyes
landing on the man who scared the living hell out of me
just a second ago. "What did you do?"
"Nothing," the mystery man sneered quietly, "I saw her
and came up behind her but she turned around before I
could announce my prescience."
I nodded my head in agreement. "Sorry Jimmy,
everything's fine."
Jimmy narrowed his eyes but left.
I took a deep breath and grabbed the rag I dropped.
"Sorry about that sir. Was there anything you needed?" I
kept my eyes on the rag as I fidgeted, too embarrassed
to look up.

He cleared his throat, "a coffee and a slice of pie, if
that's not a problem."
"That's fine," I stuttered, taking a step to walk around
him but he blocked me. I frowned, looking up at him in
bewilderment before my face went slack.
God he's sexy.
I felt his blue eyes piercing through my soul as he
stared me down with so much intensity I forgot to
breath. His strong jaw, littered with a 5 o'clock shadow,
was locked, his full lips pressed in a hard line. And his
hair...I was shocked when I saw my hand reached out
as if to see if his dark brown locks were as soft as they
looked. I dropped my hand.
"E-excuse me," I squeaked, my cheeks warming up at
the embarrassing sound.
He narrowed his eyes before moving a inch to the side,
forcing my body to brush against his as I scurried
behind the counter, grabbing the coffee pot and a
couple of filters before starting a new batch. I rinsed off
a mug and placed it in front of a stool as I ran towards
the section where the pies were displayed. I hesitated.
I'd forgotten to ask which one he wanted. I looked up
to see him sitting in the stool, I'd rudely chosen for him,
looking at me with amusement.
"Apple," he murmured, his smooth voice filling the
silence in the empty diner.
I ducked my head and cut a healthy portion of it before
sliding it on a small plate and sticking it in the
microwave for a couple of seconds. In five minutes
Mystery Man was scarfing day old pie in his mouth,
rinsing it down with fresh, hot, black coffee.
"Sabrina, I'm out," Jimmy announced, peeking his head
out to give me a wave. He eyed my last costumer. "You
alright to lock up?" I nodded.
"Totally. See ya tomorrow," I called out softly, fidgeting
with the hem of my apron. He nodded before
disappearing behind the swing door.
"Sabrina." I jumped at the sound of name, spinning
around to see Mystery Man staring at me. "Lovely
name." I guess my face gave away my shock because
he chuckled. "I suppose we got off on the wrong foot,"
he offered his hand as if he wanted to shake, "William
Collins, but my friends call me Liam."
I reached out and wrapped my hand around his much
larger one and squeezed. His smile grew as he
squeezed back, his thumb brushing across the back of
my whole hand before he dropped his. "Sabrina Welsh,"
I gasped, wishing my heart would stop pounding at the
simple touch.
"Hello Ms. Sabrina Welsh, you're a very beautiful
woman," he murmured, his eyes smoldering. My eyes
widened at his bashful compliment. My face flushed as
I wrung my hands.
"Uh, thanks," I stammered quietly.
"Are you about to close?" He asked, taking a sip of his
coffee.
I nodded, grabbing his plate, but before I could pull
back, his fingers wrapped around my boney wrists.
"God you're so fucking sexy," he'd breathed, his face
moving closer to mine. "Go out with me," he groaned.
I gasped before nodding. His scent was so intoxicating.
His eyes so hypnotizing, especially when they were
smoldering.
"Kiss me," he growled, his eyes suddenly dark and wild
with...with lust.
I couldn't get my lips on his fast enough.
His large hands released my wrists and framed my
face, as if to keep me in place, as he ravished my
mouth with his, forcing his tongue in my mouth and
tangling it with mine. I dropped the plate, ignoring the
loud sound it made as it fell on the counter. I tangled
my fingers in his hair, pushing his face impossibly
closer to my own as we panted each other breath.
Abruptly he pulled away, only to attack my neck with as
much enthusiasm as my lips.
"L-Liam," I panted, my voice full of pleasure.
"You have no idea how much I like the sound of my
name falling from your sweet lips," he groaned, pulling
back so that I can see his face. His lips were shiny and
swollen, his hair standing at all direction and his eyes
hungry and wild. To put it blunt, he looked freshly
fucked.
And I just met this man.
I dropped my hands and slipped from between his
hands, frightened of the effect this stranger had of me.
I'd never done anything so-so rash before.
"I-I think you need to get out. I m-mean it's closing
time," I panted out.
Liam, if that's even his name, cocked his head to the
side. "Of course love, if you'll just give me your
number."

Right. Because I agreed to go out with him. A virtual
stranger that could kidnap and murder me.
Stupid, stupid Sabrina.
"Right," I grabbed the pad I usual wrote orders on and
wrote seven random numbers on it and handed it to
him. Liam smirked.
"It's been a pleasure Ms. Welsh," he crooned, giving me
that eye again before he spoon around in his leather
shoes and clicked away.
I let myself stare at his ass one last time.
.-.-.-.-.-.
"Boo boo we need to go out, I'm getting tired of my
own face."
"Maybe if your apartment wasn't made entirely of
mirrors you wouldn't have to look at it," Tonya muttered.
"Sabrina, why are we three-waying with this skank?
Mother Paula's more entertaining than her," Devon
huffed.
Paula's another coworker of ours. She use to be a nun
so everybody calls her Mother Paula for a poke of fun.
I held the phone between my shoulder and ear as I
stirred the red gravy, making sure to keep it simmering
instead of bubbling.
"Because we all love each other," I said patiently.
"No. We love you, Gayboy and I tolerate each other,"
Tonya corrected me, popcorn popping in the
background.
"Bickering like old women is tolerating each other?" I
scoffed, turning off the stove when the sauce was hot
enough, holding the phone in my hand again.
"Take it or leave it short stuff," Devon sang.
"My ears are bleeding."
"Shut up Cruella."
"I'm hanging up," I announced, popping a cherry tomato
in my mouth.
"Bye boo," Devon hung up.
"See ya princess," Tonya hung up.
I threw my cell phone on my hand-me-down couch and
went to grab a plate. Someone knocking on my door
stopped me from doing so.
I huffed in annoyance. I was hungry and just got back
from working a ten hour shift.
"This better be an emergency," I grumbled as I swung
my door open.
Did my jaw fall on the ground?
"L-Liam?" I gasped.