A/N: I’m on a role! I’m spamming up all the pages P Have fun, I don’t own! Love y’all! And remember this chapter is Sawyer’s thoughts and I should have some real good sana goodies by chapter seven! Love you!

He waved good-bye and watched her as she slowly walked to the door. She stopped and eyed her house, which is what he found weird, but he shrugged it off. If I had a house that big, I’d probably look at it like that every time I saw it too. He drove away as soon as she got to the porch.

He picked up his cell phone and hit the speed dial button as he continued to drive. When a voice on the other line finally picked up Sawyer began to speak, “Everything is going according to plan. I got a look at her house and man did you pick a good one. I can’t tell how gullible she is yet, so I don’t have an estimate for time. I’m not sure, but she kind of seems like a tough cookie to crack. Only time will tell. Now I have to go.” He flipped the phone shut and threw it somewhere next to him before turning back to the road.

He could tell that Sara was different. Sara was hiding something. Sara had a secret. Whether or not it was going to effect his money was yet to be discovered. She was a bad liar. Of course, most people where. He had a knack for sorting out the truth, perhaps because he had been lying his way through life, but he could normally tell when a person was lying or not and she defiantly had some things she was hiding, and he could bet he would find out. Besides, it wasn’t like she was a cop or anything. ((A/N: poor blind Sawyer P ))

Yeah, she was hot. Defiantly. Hot. Blazing. Very hot. However he put it, it sounded good. He guessed he was just lucky this way. Most of the woman that he or his boss had found had been, eh, pretty. But none had the mocha skin and the dark hair, something he had always been attracted to. So for his sake, he was glad. She seemed to mean well too. Which was another good sign. Everything was going well . . Too well.

Sawyer had never had someone like her, so it was hard to tell her motives. Whether or not her daddy had gone bankrupt and she was trying to get money from him. Or maybe she was one of the innocent ones. Ones that he had turned . . . well, not so innocent. He had his ways with those ones. Or maybe she was on to him, maybe she knew why he was there. . . Nah, anyone who knew would never risk it. But he always had to be cautious . . . Just in case.

Like he said, he was highly attracted to her. She was gorgeous in every way, shape, and form. He could tell she liked to work out, like she had said. She was tan and seemed to stay that way all year; possibly, slightly more in summer, but still brown in the winter. She seemed to have flawless hair that would look great anyway she put it. He’d like nothing more than to run his finger through it. Her eyes. You could get lost in them. Warm, chocolate brown, like a daze of Charlie’s Factory ((A/N: Don’t own that movie either.)). There was at least one thing he liked about everything. So things would go smooth as butter on his side.

But would she stand for this? Would she find out and sick her daddy’s guards on him? Would she be hurt? . . . since when did he care about that? It didn’t matter. He would find a way to get out of it . . . he always did. He was a heartbreaker. It was just in his blood. Like his mom . . . but he wasn’t going to get into that one . . . not now. He would never forget his past . . . not like his past would let him anyway.

He turned the corner and into the parking lot of his current hideaway. He couldn’t let her know where he was, because then she might break it off if she found out that he was actually a lowlife nobody who lived in an apartment with paper thing walls. You can here the screams and moans throughout the night. That might stir up a problem, especially with daddy. God ((A/N: no offense)), would he be screwed then.

This one may be his final blowout. He wanted to earn a bunch of money, pay the guy back and then move far away. Try to forget everything. Maybe move to a beach or something. Settle down and never be heard from again. At least that’s what he wanted. It all depended on this one woman. This one gorgeous woman.

He couldn’t be more lucky.

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A/N: That’s the end. My past chapters have been pretty short, but I’ll make up for it. I promise. It’s just I mostly only have weekends to fuss over my stories, and I’m trying to get ‘em all updated. Plus it was hard to fill a bunch of pages with just pure thought. Now that’s hard. For me at least. Well review and I hope to update a little before I’m off in Lucy land D ‘night!