Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

  "Hey baby," says the boy in my Garage as I wipe the grease off of my
hands onto the pink rag.

"Yes?" I ask as I walk over to him with a wrench, 
"Can I help you with something?" I question as I batter my eyelashes as if
I am interested in him.

"Wanna work on me, baby?" he asks as he rakes his gaze over every inch of me.

Ewww.

"Honey," I start as he leans nonchalantly on the car lift,
"I don't think there is anyone qualified enough to fix you," 
I say as I turn and pop my gum while I lean over the top of the hood looking at the radiator hose I just replaced,
"Not like I would bother,"
I mumble as I wrap my hand around the hose and run it up and down slowly
knowing he can see me I continue stroking the hose.
"So the bill is 55 bucks," I moan as I quicken my stroking,
turning around as I close my lids slightly and bite my lip as he nods
enthusiastically.
"Good, now go pay and get the fuck out of my Garage," I spit as I turn around and hit him with the wrench at full force.
Grabbing his chin he spits, 

"Cunt," as he walks out of my Garage,
I throw the keys at his back and close his piece of shit Mustang.

Who the hell would figure that I, Sage Montgomery would own my own Garage.
That would be polluted by the very men I run from.
Oh, wait. 
That's right,
Daddy did.

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"Johnathan, get that paperwork situated before we have Mrs. Saunders' appointment," Dad demands as he stalks back into his office slam the door in my face while I grip the fading warmth of his presence and his suit coat.

"Will do,"
I whisper to the oak door that I have memorized more than my own Fathers face, ever since he was elected to be 'Governor' things have gotten worse.
Flinching from the memories I hold my arms close to my side as I walk down the middle of the room that is adjacent with a closet that I hang his coat in neatly without causing any wrinkles.

Maneuvering myself around my desk to sit down in the swivel chair I use to love to sit in as a child I open up numbered drawers pulling out all the needed paperwork to take Mrs. Saunders' land along with a check that is written out for an amount I have gotten so used to seeing it just a one with fifteen zeros behind them, like loyal soldiers.
The same soldiers that my Father uses a dispose of to his own accord, making me think of when will he finally use me and toss me for good.
Fear rising in my throat I hide it with the sound of papers being shuffled around, the fellow hum of the monitors as I breathe in the air of freshly printed paper, the heat hovering around all of our bodies as we work in union.

"Do you have the paperwork?" 
Dad asks appearing from nowhere causing me to jump but I'm so used to it I just smile and hand him the papers needed for Mrs. Saunders' appointment.

"There you go,"
I say a little too cheerful causing my Father to look at me and send me a glaring look letting the smile fall from my face and him to growl,

"Good, now get back to work." 
in a deathly manner he slinks away from my desk that is right beside his door and disappears into his forbidden office.

Even when me and Sage were younger, we were NEVER allowed in his office, we used to call it his 'Jail cell' but one time he heard it and screamed at us. Saying that if we ever said it again he would make sure we would never say anything ever again, me and Sage still haven't talked to his office to this day.
Playing with a lonely pen on my desk that has somehow managed to free itself of the pen holder on the other side of my desk I hear a loud cough and look up to meet baby blue eyes clouded with stormy clouds.

"Oh,"
I say as I realize that it's a person looking for questions and see the press pass wrapped around his neck slightly leaning to one side, ignoring the urge to fix it I look into those eyes and say, 
"How may I help you?"
his eyes lighten as I greet him with a shy smile causing him to cough again from embarrassment a tint his cheeks a bit.

"Yes, I was hoping I could get a word with Mayor Montgomery."
he states as he looks at my small name plate his eyes widen in surprise before he continues, 
"Oh your his son!" 
he says in a surprised manner that causes me to lean back in my chair slightly intrigued by his interest in the  Montgomery's. 

"Your name was?"
I ask as I search through my fathers scheduled meetings for today, Mrs. Saunders, then a Soren Wikfall soon after that which has the name of The Texas Post next to it.

"Soren, Wikfall I'm apart of th-" 
he says as I speak overtop of him that way he can just stop talking.

"with the Texas Post? Yes, I know please take a seat and wait,"
I say as  I roll my eyes and begin to type an email to my Father stating that his next appointment is here. 

I hate this,
but Dad made me.