Against the Wall (Fuckboy Series - Book 1) (FINISHED)

Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Colton completed his work for Dave in record time because he was eager to get in a workout after gorging every few hours the day before. He did a couple of extra sets just to make sure he had sweat out all the extra calories he’d taken in, but he knew he was in for more of it if he filled up his schedule the way that he had yesterday. f**k, he really needed to figure something else out before he had a heart attack from clogged arteries or something.

After taking a shower and changing at the gym, Colton took the train into the city so he could visit the Casual Companion office. He was eager to see just how much he’d made after two days of dating guys. The app showed him how much he was getting in base pay from all the jobs, but how much he had made in tips was still a mystery. He hoped it was enough to pay his bills because if it wasn’t he’d be up s**t creek without a paddle.

Colton picked up his money and left quickly, waiting until he was in the elevator to pull the cash out of the envelope he had been handed. “Fuck.” He counted the money again just to make sure he hadn’t made a mistake, then shook his head when the amount remained the same. He was still short.

“Mother fucker.” He shoved his fingers through his hair, unable to help the frustration he was feeling as it blazed a path to the surface, pissing him off almost instantly. He had made more money dating guys than he had made dating women, but he was on a time crunch and he still needed more cash.

Calm down, he told himself as he shoved the money back into the envelope. He slipped it into his backpack before getting out of the elevator and leaving the building. He still had two more days. There was no way he’d be able to make up four hundred dollars in two days, even if he filled his schedule up with every meal, snack, dessert, walk, and everything in between.

Still, he opened the application and sorted through the lists of requests. There were very few jobs he’d be able to do at the last minute, and those that he could do he didn’t want to. He didn’t feel comfortable with the majority of them. Even if he did just say f**k it and take a job, he’d have to do take several of them just to cover what he needed to make.

Colton glanced at the message icon on his profile and took a deep breath, then hit it and opened the email he had received two nights ago. He read it over a few more times, just as he had the night before. Five hundred dollars, he thought to himself. That was a lot of money and it would definitely be enough for the rest of his bills. Even if he wanted to accept, the request had been for the night before. Although it seemed like he had lost the opportunity, he wasn’t about to give up just yet.

“Hey,” he typed, responding to the guy’s message. “This is Colton. I apologize for not getting back to you sooner. Is this request still on the table? I can come by tonight.”

Colton thought back to the picture he’d seen of the guy on his profile. He’d been huge, and the thought of being in the same room with him intimidated the f**k out of him. He was used to being around big, muscular guys at the gym, but none of them wanted to f**k his ass. Well, if they did, they never mentioned it, thank God. This guy, however, wanted something from him.

A few minutes later his phone beeped, forcing him to look down at the mail that popped into his inbox. It was an address. There was no indication of what time he should be there, but the insinuation was there. The guy wanted him at that address right now.

Colton sighed softly and got on the train, heading deeper into city toward the address he was given. If this guy tried anything weird, he’d f*****g tase him. He’d mace the s**t out of him and then run like hell. At least that was what he told himself.

His heart pounded in his chest the entire ride into the city as his anxiety skyrocketed. He didn’t have any information about what was expected of him, and that was making him paranoid. He was walking into this blind, but he needed the money. If he had been that concerned about what could happen he would have figured something else out. Hell, who was he kidding? There wasn’t anything else.

Colton got off the train and headed to the address he had been sent, then took the elevator up to the top floor. This was a nice building, but it was what he had expected from a person who had offered him five hundred dollars for a few hours of his time. Please let him just need a spotter for bench-pressing or something, he thought to himself, even though he knew better.

After getting off the elevator, he walked toward the door and knocked. While he waited he tried to keep himself from leaving. A few minutes later the door was opened by the guy he recognized from the pictures.

“Come in.”

His voice was deep, and Colton felt like a midget as he walked past him. He was tall, about six foot six if his guess was correct, and he was gruff looking. He looked mean as f**k and Colton reminded himself not to make any sudden movements just in case he was a bit jumpy. The guy looked like an MMA fighter, which made his nerves spike again as the doubt set in. This was not a good idea. What the f**k had he been thinking?

“I’m-”

“I know who you are,” he interrupted, his voice rough and to the point.

Colton blinked a few times and nodded, slightly taken aback by his tone.

“Follow me.” He wasn’t asking. It was an order. Walking off he led Colton deeper into the condo. “Put your stuff here.” He motioned to the room to his left. “When you’re ready, meet me out here. And don’t keep me waiting.” He walked off, leaving Colton there.

Colton felt hot around the collar and as he shut the door behind him he felt as if he was about to pass out. His anxiousness took over, making him want to run out of there screaming like a demon but he couldn’t. He needed the money. He wanted the money.

The room looked like a dressing room that actors or bands got ready in before their performances. There was a couch, closet, and bathroom. Colton looked around quickly, noticing how everything looked clean and smelled like bleach. Thoughts of Dexter flashed through his mind, but he quickly calmed his nerves. Casual Companions wouldn’t let this guy continue to be a client if he killed off their employees. Then again, as Aiden said, even though people were vetted there would always be those few that slipped through the cracks. Figured that it would be him who got the Ripper.

Colton flipped on the light in the bathroom and looked around. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a Post It stuck to the mirror. He read it and felt his stomach twist and turn in on itself as he fought for control. “Get naked.” He read it out loud as he glanced at the door. “Fuck.” His eyes darted around wildly, processing the objects in the room. He thought about how he could use each item as a weapon if it came down to it.

“You don’t have to sleep with anyone,” he growled out loud, trying to convince himself of that fact more than anything.

Those words kept floating around in his head as he gave in and got undressed. When he was naked he put his things in his bag and took a moment to text Mason. He sent him the address to where he was and then sent him a quick message. “Dude, I think I f****d up.”

Mason was quick to respond when he saw what Colton had written him. “Why, what’s going on?”

“If I’m not home before midnight call the cops. Have them send everything. The SWAT team, the FBI, the CIA, the Bomb Squad, the Crisis Rape team. Everything!”

When Mason saw the next message he immediately called Colton, needing to hear his voice instead of reading the messages he was texting him. “Are you all right?”

“I got myself into some s**t, dude. I shouldn’t have taken this date but... I needed the money to finish up rent.”

“Come home. Forget that s**t. I’ll borrow it from my mom or something.” Mason’s voice was tight with concern for Colton.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I promise. I’ll be home tonight. If I’m not, you know what to do.”

“Come home right now!” Mason half shouted into the phone, scared for his friend.

“Mason, I’m fine, I swear I am. I’m just f*****g nervous. I’ll text if I need you. I gotta go.” Colton turned his phone back to silent and then bent down, sticking it between the cushions of the sofa in case the big guy tried to take his stuff. If he needed it, it would be there where only he could find it.

When he finished hiding his phone he hid his mace and taser in two different places and then stood up, satisfied that no one would get their hands on them. Colton took a look around the room before he opened the door and peeked out. He was unsure about what to expect next, but regardless of what was waiting for him, he needed the money.