Never Ever Gonna Happen (Complete)

Chapter Two

Stacy's soothing voice on the phone did nothing to abate Jeanie's anger and frustration. It was easy for Stacy to sit on a beach in Miami and tell Jeanie who was seated in a ratty apartment, that everything would turn out fine. No, nothing was ever going to be fine. At this point, Jeanie was certain she was cursed and there was nothing anyone told her that was going to convince her otherwise.

“Thanks, Stace.” Jeanie murmured, wanting to end the conversation and go back to feeling sorry for herself.

“Did you break up with... What's his name?”

“Stan...” Jeanie rolled her eyes.

“Stan. Did you end it with him yet? It's five years, Jeanie and you're still on boyfriend number four. You need to hurry up now on the numbers.”

Jeanie sighed, afraid to tell Stacy that Stan didn't even exist. Neither did Evan or Mason or Danny. They were all men Jeanie had to make up to get Stacy off her back and to make it seem like she had actually kept to her own part of the pact made five years ago.

To think it's been five years already! Still, Jeanie had nothing to show for it. She was still pathetic and alone and Stacy was still pretty and rich!

“I did and he was devastated.” Jeanie lied, a tinge of regret washing over her.

“That's my girl. Now, make mama proud and find some other loser to destroy... No, the really expensive red wine, not the cheap...” Jeanie could hear Stacy giving orders to someone in the background and it helped deepen the wound of her already bleeding ego. “...you're such an idiot. Away with you...” Stacy sighed in disgust. “Um, Jeanie, I'll have to call you back...”

“Sure.” Jeanie's face broke into a bitter smile and Stacy ended the call.

With a long sigh, Jeanie threw herself on the sofa and buried her face in her hands as she thought of the interview she had two days ago with the sadist man. If only she could give him a piece of her mind! She groaned, throwing a pillow to the floor and rising to her feet.

She placed her hands on her hips and her face took on a look of disgust. “You, Mr, are nothing but a pile of handsome and a big dump of arrogance. Oh, sure your lovely charcoal black hair is cut just right and your eyes is the most captivating. But you have an attitude that outshines your physical appearance and it's just awful! How does the world deal with men like you?! Arrrgghh! You know what you deserve? You deserve to have your heart broken by me. Yes, that's right, I'd love very much to take that hardened, stale heart of yours and soften it and then break it!

So, I might not be the type of girl you'd see and want to date. I mean, I wouldn't want to date me either if I was you. But just you wait and see, Mr I'm-all-that-with-my-fancy-office-and-pretty-receptionist! Just wait and see!”

*

“This is Jeanie, I can't get to the phone right now. I'm probably somewhere mourning my lousy life so please be my guest and leave a message. If I haven't gorged my eyes out yet, I'll call you back!”

“Jeanie, this is Louisa and I'm calling to remind you of the house sitting job with the new client. If you'd check your email, I sent the address.”

Jeanie rolled her eyes as she listened to the message on the answering machine with a hot cup of coffee in her hands.

Why couldn't rich people sit their own butts in their own homes and watch over their own stuffs?! She groaned, placing the mug on the table. If only she had gotten the job with Mr fancy pants, she wouldn't be back here house sitting and delivering pizzas. Was it too late to kill herself now?!

After a brief pause contemplating the pros and cons of suicide, she decided the cons outweighed the pros so she got dressed and headed out to the new home she'd have to house sit this time around. Hopefully, it wouldn't be another crazy home owner with a crazy fetish for skin rash; dog skin rash! She groaned. How did her entire life turn out this badly?

After flagging down a taxi and giving him directions to where she wanted to go, she wasn't surprised when it came to a halt before a fancy apartment building with a fancy doorman to match. She pressed the intercom by the entrance and waited for the person in the apartment to ring her in.

“Who is it?” The gruff male voice called.

“I'm the house sitter...”

She was immediately let into the building and made her way to the apartment. The door was wide open but she didn't see anyone there so she let herself in and pressed her lips together to keep from gasping at the sight of the glass house that stood before her.

Her eyes ran over every furniture, the fancy fire place, expensive TV set and other lovely things she couldn't quite name.

“You'll keep watch over my home for a week. I'm going to be away from town...”

Jeanie's eyes traced the voice that boomed in the room to find him coming down from the staircase that most likely led to equally fancy bedrooms. Her breath ceased immediately her eyes caught a glimpse of his face. Shocked as well, he paused in his tracks.

“Have we met?” A frown creased his forehead.

“Um...” She stuttered, utterly speechless.

“I want nothing broken and everything must stay the same way I left it, only clean. Try to stay away from my bedroom and please, you are not allowed to bring strangers into my home.” He finished, taking the last stair down.

For a brief second, his eyes ran over her again and she could tell he was searching his memory for where it was they must have met. Jeanie held her breath, praying desperately that he wouldn't remember. She needed this job and as much as she hated him, she looked forward to staying in this building for a week. A whole week of fancy food and fancy TV!

“Got it?” He asked sternly, standing there with a black suit that was tailored for his beautiful, perfect, six foot form.

Jeanie nodded furiously.

“Good.”

With one final questioning look at Jeanie, Mr Moreau made his way out the door and slammed it shut behind him.

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