Fuck Buddies // Ian Jeffrey

7

"Bills, bills, and more bills," I sighed at my mail box which was on the first floor of the building.

"Letter, bill, magazine, and a coupon to pink. Cool," Ash said, looking through her own mail.

"I need a job, I've been living off my high school savings for the past few months, and I know that money is going to eventually run out."

"They have campus jobs here. But you'll run into a lot of professors and classmates. Why don't you work at the Starbucks downtown?" Ash suggested.

"That doesn't sound too bad actually."

~~~

A month and a half later, here I am, taking orders from snobby, rich, white, college students who think their shit don't stink.

"Excuse me, I said a tall blonde, not a tall almond milk latte," a girl with torn mom jeans, a crop top, and heels sasses me.

"Do you really think you need any more blonde in your life?" I mumbled to myself.

"I can help you over here ma'am, Im sorry," my manager, Grant, says apologetically to the lady, "Watch your mouth, Jazmyne," he whispers to me as he walks by.

I roll my eyes.

"Can I just get a regular coffee?" a tall figure in all black stood in front of me. I look up to only meet eyes with his chest. I look up to meet his eyes. The same blue eyes I had seen before.

"Hey, Jazmyne."

"Guero?" My mouth turned dry.

"How you been, gorgeous?" He gave me a smirk. That damn smirk that had reeled me in the first time.

"I- Im good. What size did you want?"

"A Large."

"We only have a tall, grande, and a venti."

"Whatever is fine," I type in his order as a venti, "This is the only coffee shop around. I usually don't like coming to uppitty places like this, but I have to feed my caffeine addiction some how."

"Yeah, it'll go great with your cocaine addiction," I said quietly for just us to hear. He let out a small chuckle. "Thats going to be $5.87." He handed me a 10 and put a 50 in the tip jar.

"If you're ever sick of this job, shoot me a text. I have a few positions open," he said before walking away without his change.

~~~

I pulled a pair of fishnet leggings over my thick, yet toned thighs. Over those, I threw on a pair of jeans so ripped, they might as well be shorts. I pulled a fitted crop top over my head, it was the exact shade of maroon as my Nike Air Max. I quickly did a natural makeup look and made sure to detail my highlighter in the right spots. I diffused my hair to make sure my curls were poppin'.

I took one last look in the mirror before heading out. When I finally reach my jeep, I hear a familiar voice call out to me

"Where are you going at this hour on a Wednesday night?" Ian called out. I look down my phone, it read 9:17pm.

"Job interview," I kept it vague.

"Where at?"

"The new bar downtown," I lied, before getting into my car.

I played a few songs to build up my confidence, because the girls in his friend group will make your self esteem deteriorate in seconds.

"Bad Bitch, Small Waist, Pretty Face..." I sang, no, screamed.

I pulled up to a house, it was sleek and modern. It didn't look like a crack house; Guerro had cleaning ladies come over every week to make sure his place was clean. He paid them a very generous salary because he wasn't trying to get caught selling again.

I walked up the long set of marble stairs that lead up to the front door. I rang the door bell. I hear a muffled yelling coming from inside.

"Fine I'll get it!" I heard someone shout, a little closer to the door. The door opened, revealing guerro, shirtless and sweaty.

"Oh, hey, I'm glad you showed up," he smiled.

"Yea, well, I have bills that need paying," I looked down at the floor.

"Come in," he said biting his lip.

I stepped into the micro mansion. It was clean for the most part, besides the bags of chips, probably left by his high friends with the munchies.

"What 'positions' do you have open?" I said, making air quotes. He smiled, showing his dimples and sparkling white teeth.

"I need an assistant," he let out a small chuckle.

"Assistant? What does a drug dealer, no, drug lord need an assistant for?"

"Not a drug lord yet, baby, but follow me," he said, then he started to skip up the steps.

I followed him up. We went down a long hallway till we nearly reached the end. He opened the door to a large open room. it had a California king and a balcony with a view to show off his pool and view of downtown. On the other side of the room was a fancy desk with tons of filing cabinets. There was a comfy sofa next to the desk and a flatscreen tv.

"I just need you to do simple stuff. Like answering phone calls, meetings, bookings when I have to travel. You can choose whatever hours you want; all I ask is that you keep up with my stuff and that nothing goes to shit. This is a pretty big job. If you need to stay the night because, I don't know, you stayed pretty late, too late to drive home, then you can stay in this room."

"I have a feeling your intentions are less pure than you're making it seem," I said, cocking an eyebrow up.

"Nah, ma. I got a baby girl due in a few weeks. I can't be messy like that."

"Oh shit, really?" Guero nodded with a smirk. I never imagined him as a dad, but I guess any thing is possible, "Damn, congrats man."

"Thanks."

"Baby? Where you at? I'm craving chocolate ice cream again!" I heard a voice coming from down the hall.

"I'm in the office!" He shouted back.

A small woman, about 5'3, walked in. her hair was thick, dark, and straight. She was probably puerto rican or mexican. She was dressed in a robe and fluffy slides. Her belly bump was large, but it looked cute on such a small body. Her thick eyebrows pulled together at the sight of me.

"Baby, who's this?" She asked, placing her hand on the small of his bare back.

"This is gonna be our new assistant. I was just showing her where she'd be working."

"I'm Jazz," I smiled. She looked me up and down.

"Cleo," she rolled her eyes, "are we going to baskin robins or what?"

"But that's the fourth time this week," Guero made a disgusted face at the sound of more ice cream.

"And it's your fault i'm in this condition in the first place, Mr. ICantPullOutForShitAssNigga," she said putting a hand on her hip.

"Fine, meet me in the car-"

"Which one?" she said beginning to walk out of the room.

"Whichever one you want babe," he sighed.

"She's...a lovely treat," I said trying to hold in my laughter.

"She's carrying by baby, she can act however she wants," he laughed to himself," anyways. Start tomorrow?" I nodded.

a/n
so like, i've been MIA by choice for the past few weeks and i haven't really been on my phone. sorry. but i'll try n keep the updates coming.