Hired (Richard Camacho Fanfic)

Part 2|| out of town girl with a dream

J U L I E T T E

"Te vez divina," I turn to see a sad smile on my best friend's face. I embrace her, wanting to hold her in my arms for as long as I could before I left to the airport.

"Gracias, Amiga. Te voy a extrañar." I whisper in her ear, her scent of lavender tickling my nose for the last time. I feel my shoulder cold, and I pull away seeing her cry. Marisol and I have been together everyday since we have known each other back in Kindergarten. It makes me sad to leave her, but the opportunity was too great to pass up. What breaks my heart more is that I have not told her what the job requires and who the 'job' himself is. Doing so could risk my chances of following the protocol for the job. She'll find out though, sooner or later she will. "En cuanto llegue te llamo, ¿si? Volveré a verte lo antes possible."

She nods, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "Y no uses mi cama para tus asquerosidades, ¿eh?" I warn, pointing a finger at her. She laughs, and a laugh escapes my lips too. I was sure going to miss our inside jokes, and my bed as well. I was seriously hoping she would do as told.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I grunt pulling my best friend in again. "Te quiero, nos veremos muy pronto te lo prometo." We hold each other tight and then I am on my way.

•

Four long hours laters I'm in the LAX airport. A grin is plastered on my face, soon I will be out in the beautiful state of California. I didn't even mind that I was actually going to be traveling so much for the next year. After a year I was free and it was up to him if he wanted to stick around, which I highly doubt would happen. Besides, it would only delay my actual plans, and with the money saved up I could afford art school and even a house for me and Marisol to live in. It would be big, beautiful and white how we have planned since we were little girls in pink dresses and playing with dolls.

I was just about to reach out for my luggage when someone grabbed it for me -a man in a suit. "Excuse me, that's my luggage, sir."

"Pardon, Miss Castellano. I am Rafael, CNCO's personal driver." The man chuckles sticking out his hand for me to take. I shake his hand.

"Call me Juliette, sir." I say, feeling a little queasy about being addressed formally. "And thank you for helping me with my luggage."

"You're very welcome, Miss Juliette." The kind man smiles, and I let the 'Miss' slide, deciding to get used to it since I will be addressed like this by many others.

A limousine is seen as soon as I step out. I was so mesmerized by the limousine that I did not see the paparazzi rushing towards me, closing in at all sides. I trail closely behind Rafael, walking as quickly as I can. The cameras flash right in front of my face, blinding my vision. I place my hoodie on, and place my Ray Bans too, since I was told to not give them pictures. 'It would keep them on their toes',  I recalled being told. Rafael helps me open the door and I thank God that the windows are tinted, so that the building cameras can not snap anymore pictures. I sigh, feeling way out of my comfort zone already.

I had hoped to at least see some of LA on my way to my temporary home, but the windows were too dark. I was so jet lagged that eventually I began to drift off to sleep. Before I could fall asleep completely The limousine's window rolled down, and I breathed in some of the fresh air, which instantly awoke me. I peered out a little, enjoying the sight of the huge houses and palm trees. A stop was made at a gate, and my heart skipped a little, realizing I had finally reached my new home.

The house— or should I say mansion— was huge and pretty. It was all white, and had lots of windows, which were black. In fact, the staircase to the entrance was also black. I opened the door a few seconds later, placing on my hoodie and Ray Bans just to be safe. I helped Rafael with my luggage but he shook his head and said: "Mister Camacho awaits. You do not want to keep him waiting. Go on, Miss Juliette, I will be in shortly."

I nod and turn to walk over to the black staircase. A huge breath makes its way into my body, my legs feeling like jelly. I hated to say it, but I was nervous. I needed for him to like me so I could keep this job for the next 12 months. This suddenly felt like some type of arranged marriage— only it was only fake dating.

I was only to be his 'girlfriend' for twelve months, and in return I'd get a monthly payment of $7,000. Crazy, right? This has to be the most simplest, yet high paying job I've heard of.

I shake myself out of my train of thought and remove my glasses, locating the doorbell and ringing it. My heart was beating faster than ever now. I had no idea of how this boy would react when he sees me, and I have no idea if he will let me in.

My index finger comes up, pressing on the white doorbell in slow motion.

Here goes nothing.