|The Cinderella Deal
Author: jamiesgirl PM
Troy needs a girlfriend for the holidays, Gabriella's looking for her ticket out of the life she has. When Troy gives her an offer she can't refuse will she stay for the money or because her heart wants her too. I don't own hsm, plz r&r.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Gabriella M. & Troy B. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 30,312 - Reviews: 278 - Favs: 176 - Follows: 84 - Updated: 01-12-11 - Published: 12-16-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6562201
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Troy gripped the pole as the train came to a stop. Last week he took his car in for the brakes, a simple job just a one day thing, however now he was still standing on the train. Not because his car was still in the shop. It was mostly because of her, the girl in the head phones. He watched as she moved her body dancing and murmuring words. He met her last week when she fell into his lap. After an awkward hello and goodbye he was memorized. There something about her that was opposite about him. Today she was in a skirt a short one, her long legs leading down into her simple black shoes. Her hair was brown, a rich dark shade that smelled of coconut. He'd brought a coconut candle two days ago just to light in his living room.
Underneath the city lights
There is a world few know about
Where rules dont apply, no
And you cant keep a good girl down
He was close enough to hear what she was singing and then the doors opened and they all filled into the subway tunnel. The echo of people and the bustle covering her voice from him. He walked behind her as she danced down the street, she didn't care about the people stopping to stare or the pointers who laughed as she walked by. Troy came up to his building and let out a low sigh, now it was time for work. Walking inside he held his brief case to his side weaving through the crowded lobby. Once on the elevator he stood in the back as people made their way in.
His life over the years had become routine, he graduated from college and took up the family business. Now he was a step away from partner the only thing keeping him was his marital status. Go figure jilted at the altar wasn't what they were looking for. The invitation was resting in the key dish by the door, he knew it was coming, he knew she was going to move on someday. He just didn't expect it to be a year after their wedding; he was still getting the bill for the flowers. Troy walked out of the elevator onto his floor and up to the reception desk. "Anything come in for me?"
The woman at the counter had long blonde hair and long red nails, however he'd never seen a woman type faster than her. "Just a call from your mother, she wanted to know if you were alright."
Troy rolled his eyes, alright enough to eat, sleep, and breathe these days. "Why does everyone think there's a problem?" Troy murmured to himself as he made his way to his office.
As he placed his coat on the door and put his brief case on the floor by his desk he took a deep breath and sat down in his chair. Just as he picked up a file on his desk there was a knock on the door and he looked up to see Chad. "So, want to go drink tonight?"
Chad placed his hands in his pockets. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Is there a reason you're in my office?"
"To express my annoyance with you, and this prenuptial agreement that you're so 'okay' with." Chad closed the door. "She doesn't qualify for ex-wife status; I don't even know why you talk to her."
"She trusts me," Troy opened the file. "It not a problem, I do 50 a month for strangers, I know her finances, I know her life style it's a favor, just a favor."
"May I remind you she left the morning of your wedding with another man, the very man she's engaged to right now." Chad took a seat in front of him. "What next?"
"You're going to that wedding aren't you."
"You make me sick." Chad leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. "Alright if you're going to go you're bringing a date."
"No thank you, my mother's trying to get me to go with one of her friend's daughters, I'm not a charity case."
"Dude, you can't go alone."
"I'm not going to die, it's just a wedding, and I'm capable of survival."
"People are going to talk, you're going to be alone and that's going to look creepy."
"Then what do you suppose I do Chad," Troy placed his hands flat on the desk and looked at Chad with annoyance.
"Have you met anyone?"
The faint words of a song played in his memory and he pulled his hands up to his chin. Underneath the city lights, There is a world few know about, Where rules don't apply, no, And you can't keep a good girl down. "No,"
Chad grin lifted and he moved up. "Where is your car?"
"At home I'm trying a new route to work, saving on gas." Troy turned his attention back to the files.
"Troy, I've been at your side since grade school I know when you bullshitting." Chad stood up. "I know your hold out on me,"
Troy let out a sigh and looked up at him. "I haven't met anyone," he wasn't lying he didn't know her name. "I have this girl in mind and I trying to figure out how to approach her. "
"Now we're talking how did you meet?"
"We haven't really met she's just some girl on the subway." Troy leaned back. She was the first girl in a long time to jerk his pulse rate, make him look in the mirror before leaving the house, first person in a long time to make him smile.
Chad frowned. "Oh brother." Chad lifted his hands and frowned. "I give up." he walked towards the door of his office and slipped out.
Troy shook his head and went back to the file on his desk. Sometimes it was easier to get sucked into your job. Some days he hated it some days he loved it, work was the longest relationship he'd ever been in aside from Sharpay.
As the day went on Troy talked to numerous people, making meetings, missing his mother's calls to the office, he dodge his father's stares from across the office it was only a matter of time before he had to talk to some else about how 'alright' he was. He looked around his office and let out a sigh, he'd forgotten his coffee in the break room. On his way back to the break room he spotted his father walking towards his office. He paused to sip his coffee, quick he had to think of something.
"Troy!" Chad voice boom down the hall and motioned toward his office. "Come over here,"
Troy's shoulders dropped and he turned from his own office and began to walk over to Chad. Crisis diverted his father turned and handed a file to secretary.
"I got a solution to your holiday dilemma,"
Troy watched as Chad took a seat at his desk. "What would that be?" Troy said looking at his best friend.
"I know of this place, we'll go there tonight after work. I drive," Chad leaned forward. "We're going to get you a fiancé,"
"Oh no," Troy stood up. "Not going to happen, I've been down that road."
"I know, I know Sharpay's a bitch we all agree but one female doesn't represent the entire gender Troy." Chad sat up. "This is different there's this chick who came in a few moments ago about her club. Seems she in between and rock and hard place, she asked for my advice."
"She runs an escort service, a legit one her girls are clean their willing to do whatever and all for the right prices."
Troy frowned. "I'm not getting a hooker."
"They're not hookers!"
Troy rolled his eyes, "Exchanging cash for sex is a hooker."
Chad stood up. "Look just come down to the club with me tonight it's seems ideal for you." Chad smiled and Troy picked up his coat. "Think about it you hire a girl pay her to be all over you take her to your parents Christmas party, the wedding and then all the worried phone calls, the blind dates, the Sharpay incident, it all goes away you come home and you both go your separate ways."
Troy paused "I'll think about,"
"Troy, you're going."
"I'll think about."
"For five minutes, your dad's coming."
Jack came into the room looking at both of them, "Your mother is calling, and I suggest you answer It." be paused placing a hand on the door frame. "Don't let me down Troy; we've all worked really hard for you to just toss it out."
With that he was gone and Troy let out a deep breath. "All right you're driving."