Boyfriend for Hire(31)

For a moment, I weigh my options. Then I realize if I were to tell her how this all started—that her best friend hired me to pretend to adore her—she would never believe that anything between us was real. Even though these are the most real feelings I’ve had in years.

But my feelings don’t matter anymore. I have to set them aside and disappear from Elle’s life. That’s the only way to end this without doing any more damage.

Instead of responding to Elle, I pull up Case’s number.

Hey, I need the week off to sort through some personal things.

I’ve barely hit SEND when Case immediately calls me, his anger practically burning a hole in my ear through the phone.

“What the fuck is going on with you? What do you mean you need a full fucking week off?”

“Look, Case, I just can’t do this right now. I need some time to clear my head. All I’ll be able to do in my current state is freak our clients out.”

“No, Nic, you need to man the fuck up. I can’t keep giving you time off with no notice. How am I supposed to explain to the other guys why they should keep covering your shifts? This is so unprofessional, dude. It’s not like you.”

“In my professional opinion, I’m not fit to see any clients this week.”

“Why the fuck not?” he roars.

I pull the phone away from my face, rage balling my hand into a fist. The last thing I want to do is open up to Case right now. I don’t need to tell him what’s going on. It’s my fucking life, and he needs to back the hell off.

I take a deep breath before responding. “I just can’t, okay?”

Case snorts in frustration, muttering a string of curse words under his breath. “You’re unbelievable, Nic. Fucking unbelievable.” He hangs up, and the line goes dead.

Nothing like being hung up on twice in a ten-minute time frame.

I can’t reply to Elle, so I do the only thing I can—I delete her text and turn my phone to silent.

No longer hungry, I dump my now cold food into the trash.

Instead of sitting on the couch and stewing in my frustration, I decide to go for a run through the park near my house to clear my head.

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By the time I get back home, things are slightly more lucid. I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do about Christine, or Elle, or my job, but there is one thing I decided during my run.

I can’t let Esther down. It’s Sunday, and the thought of her waiting alone at the country club entrance makes my stomach knot up.

I shoot off a text to Case to let him know I’ll be there tonight, to which he replies with the thumbs-up emoji.

After throwing on a clean pair of khakis and a crisp button-down, I drive to the country club, where Esther is as kind and pleasant as ever. I do my best to pay attention to her, giving the usual answers about my fake job and friends, but I’m distracted. Elle keeps texting me, and I keep ignoring her.

She was patient and understanding at first, but it’s not like me to treat her this way. It doesn’t take long for her to realize that something’s up.

Is everything okay? Was it something I said or did?

At least let me know you didn’t die in your sleep.

Seriously, Nic? After everything that’s happened, you’re just not going to respond to me?

It’s killing me to leave her hanging like this. But I don’t know what else I can do.

When I leave the country club, I drive straight home. I’m not normally the kind of guy to just roll over and give up. But after how this day has gone? I’m ready to spend some quality time on my couch with a bottle of something strong to drown out these fucked-up thoughts running through my head.

And once I get home, that’s exactly what I do. After flipping the TV to whatever sports reruns look halfway decent, I change out of my work clothes, grab a couple of cold beers, and stare at the flat screen until my eyes go blurry.

Around ten thirty, a banging on my door shakes me from my trance. My stomach tightens. For a moment, I wonder if it’s Elle. And I know if I see her right now, there’s no telling what I’ll do.

“It’s Case, man. Open up.”

Fuck.

“Not a good time, Case. I don’t want to talk.”

“Nic, open this door, or I swear to God, I’ll fire you first thing tomorrow.”

I open the door to find Case standing there, a scowl on his face and a six-pack in hand.

“Jesus, Nic, you look like shit. Did you see Esther looking like that?”

“Good to see you too.”

Case brushes past me and puts the six-pack on my kitchen counter, then cracks open a bottle for each of us. He takes a swig before forcefully setting his bottle back down on the granite, gesturing for me to sit and looking me dead in the eye, his face stone-cold serious.

“We need to talk.”

I shrug. “I said what I needed to on the phone. I just need a little time off to clear my head and refocus.” Not to mention, I’m pretty sure the only woman I’d be able to get my dick up for is Elle. So, honestly, what fucking good am I right now to his clients?

Case sets down his beer and continues staring at me. “Listen, pretty boy. When I hired you, I knew women would line up to drop their panties for a chance to hop into bed with you. But I also knew you weren’t really cut out for this life. You’re the kind of guy who eventually meets the right girl and wants to settle down. Is that what’s going on right now? With Elle?”