Four Week Fiance 2

By: J. S. Cooper & Helen Cooper

Chapter One


Five Years Ago

“He’s so hot, so delicious. I just want to melt into his arms.” Mila was sitting on the couch, giggling on the phone as I walked out of the kitchen with two beers. I stood in the hallway and watched her as she lay back and rested her head on one of the bright yellow throw pillows that Mrs. Brookstone had adorning her bright green couch. Mrs. B. certainly didn’t have the muted tastes of a Pottery Barn lover like my mother had.

“No, he does not want to do that.” She rolled her eyes as she spoke, a huge grin on her face. “Sally, stop.” She laughed again and I wondered what and who they were talking about. A small smirk graced my face as I wondered if they were talking about me. I clanged the bottles together by mistake and tensed as Mila realized there was someone in the room with her.

“What are you grinning at, TJ?” Mila’s face darted to mine, her big brown eyes murderous as she saw me standing there.

“Nothing.” I shook my head and held up my beer. “Just getting some cold brews for me and Cody.”

“You’d better not be eavesdropping on me,” she said, her voice weaker this time and her beautiful face red with embarrassment. So maybe she had been talking about me.

“I don’t eavesdrop.” I shook my head and walked towards her. Her long blond hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing a pair of gym shorts with a white T-shirt—typical attire for a high school girl.

“Sure you don’t,” she said and licked her lips nervously. “Hey, Sally, let me call you back in a minute,” she said quickly, putting the phone down on the couch and jumping up. “What do you want, TJ Walker?”

“To know how hot and delicious you think I am?” I asked with a small smile and winked at her.

“Ooh, you’re a brute.” Her eyes widened and she walked towards me with her hand out and punched me in the arm. “For your information I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Oh no?” I asked, my lips curling up as I stared at her heaving chest. I smiled at her again, my eyes teasing her, as she got all hot and flustered.

“No, I was talking about my boyfriend.” She glared at me and I nodded.


“I was.” She blushed and it was then that the doorbell rang. She hurried away from me to open the door and I saw some young punk standing there, reaching in and giving her a hug. The smile fell from my face as she hugged the guy back. Maybe she hadn’t been talking about me after all. Maybe she’d been talking about this guy.

I turned away without a second glance and walked back to Cody’s room. There were two reasons why I wasn’t even going to let it bother me. One reason was because she was too young. I didn’t date or do high school girls. The second reason was because she was Cody’s sister. He’d flip a switch if I did any of the things I’d like to do with her.

I opened the door to his room and walked in and handed him his beer, my mind still on Mila, wondering what she was thinking about letting that punk do. I took a swig of beer and tried to get her off of my mind. One day, I’d have my chance and then she’d know just how scorching hot I really was.

Current Day

“Mila, I’m back.” I walked towards her and smiled as she turned her head to look at me, her eyes wide and anxious. “Why do you look so shocked to see me back? Did you think I was going to leave you here?”

“I didn’t know what to think,” she said as she started to get up.

“Don’t move.” I put a hand up to stop her and shook my head. “We’re not done yet.”

“Where did you go?” she asked while she stood up. I had to smile at her disobedience, though I was slightly annoyed. To be fair, my annoyance was more born of fear. What if Mila had followed me downstairs and seen Barbie and my dad in his office? What would she have thought and said? The sinking feeling in my stomach told me that I knew exactly what would have happened next if she’d seen them.