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pay for it. Once I was dressed and pulled my blonde hair up into a ponytail, I grabbed my phone and dialed the number that said “Driver”. A second later, a young man’s voice said hello through the phone.
    “Uh, hi, I’m Jenna. Liam said you’re my driver?” I said, or more like asked.
    “Yes I am, miss. I’m Garrett. Is there something I can get you?” he asked.
    “Um, yeah, I need to go to work. It wouldn’t be a big deal for you to drive me there, would it?”
    “No, ma’am, it wouldn’t. I will be there in just a minute.” Telling him thanks, I hung up and slid on my shoes before leaving my room and heading to the front door. I opened the front door just as a slick black car pulled up. Out stepped a tall, dark brown-haired guy who couldn’t be more than three years older than I was. He walked around the car, toward me. I shut the door behind me and met him halfway.
    “Hello, miss. I am Garrett.” He extended his hand. Up close, I saw that he was very cute. He had dark brown hair that was kind of shaggy, his eyes were light brown, almost hazel, and he had high cheek bones with a sharp jaw. He smiled down at me, showcasing a set of white teeth.
    “Hi, I’m Jenna.” I shook his hand, smiling back at him. He looked to be in his early twenties. I could feel his eyes roaming over my body before he looked me in the face.
    “It’s nice to meet you. So work, you said?”
    “Yeah I have work at five.”
    “Well, let’s get you there.”
    “Wait. I don’t have any keys to lock the house up,” I said.
    “Don’t worry. There’s a keypad on the side by the door that locks the door after five minutes.” I turned and saw what he was talking about. Shit, this guy must have a lot of money to have an automatic keypad lock.
    “Oh, okay,” I said. He walked to the car and opened the back door.
    “Actually, would it be okay if I sat up front?” I asked. He looked surprised but nodded, opening the front door for me. I slid inside with a “thanks” before buckling up. Garrett came around to the driver’s side, starting the car and heading down the driveway.
    “Where to, miss?”
    “You can call me Jenna. 224 South Morton Street.” I hated when people called me miss, especially if Garrett was going be my driver for the next year. From the corner of my eye, I saw him raise an eyebrow, but he continued on anyways.
    “Is Mr. Stanford your uncle? Or family friend?” he asked.
    “Um…” I had no idea what to tell him now. I looked over at him, trying to see if I trusted him. “You can’t tell anyone, okay?” If I’m going to be here for a while, I might as well try to have a friend.
    “I won’t. I promise.”
    “Okay…I’m his fake ‘fiancé’.”
    “Fake?”
    “Yeah. He offered me a deal, and I know it’s crazy, but I took it,” I said, leaning back in the seat, staring out the window.
    “It may be crazy but…okay, I have nothing.” I snorted at his response.
    “That was an excellent answer.”
    “I think I know what he offered you, since you’re dressed the way you are,” Garrett said, looking over at me briefly then back at the road. We were getting closer to the club.
    “Hey! I am not what you think I am. I’m a bartender at the club.” He was quiet for a few minutes.
    “Oh, that explains why you are so different than the other rich girls I’ve had to drive around.”
    “Other rich girls?”
    “Yeah. I thought you were some daddy’s girl who got everything she wanted. I was wrong.” He shrugged.
    “Well, thanks I guess,” I said, getting where he was coming from. To anyone else, I probably looked like I was a spoiled rich kid having a driver and such a big house. Little did everyone know that I was actually the poor-no-house kid.
    “We’re here,” he said suddenly and pulled to a stop in front of the club. I rolled my eyes at him but smiled. We would get along just fine. He started unbuckling his seatbelt to come and open my door, but I put my hand over his to