yay another jagan fic! im so depressed that btr might be ending and i didnt want to post this because i dont know if ill ever get inspiration if they ever end but i was working on it for quite some time so i had publish it.
plus i needed to write another jagan fic. my last one wasnt exactly good in terms if the ending and whatnot.
enjoyyyyy!
James woke up with a groan, shoving the lifeless limbs off of him. He slowly got up, picking a somewhat clean t-shirt off the floor and tugging it over his head. He ran a lazy hand through his messy hair and stumbled into the kitchen, making coffee with his eyes half open.
"Make me a cup." Carlos muttered under his breath, walking into the kitchen and slumping down in a seat.
"Me too!" Kendall yelled, throwing himself onto a seat as well.
"Don't yell!" Carlos and James snapped in unison.
Kendall just rolled his eyes and rested his head against James' island.
The three friends had had a pretty eventful night the night before. Carlos' 'company', as James liked to call it, was doing extremely well. They hit a financial bump a couple of months back because of their competition but with the help of James and his clients, they were back at the top and the competition was officially gone. So, naturally they spent the entire night partying only to deal with their hangovers and each other the next morning.
"By the way, James, I booked you a job." Carlos stated casually.
James frowned. "You're shitting me, right? This is my day off."
Kendall snorted. "We don't have days off."
It was true. The only days they had off were if they didn't have any clients, which was very, very rare. James, Kendall, and including Carlos were all male escorts and James was their top escort. Everyone wanted a piece of him but not everyone could afford him, sometimes even the billionaires couldn't. James didn't hate his job but he didn't necessarily like it either. He only got into the business because his parents had kicked him out when he came out. 18 and nowhere to go, he stole some money from his mom's purse and moved out to L.A where he met Carlos' dad. Mr. Garcia offered him a job as a male escort on the spot and James took it. He was completely against the idea but he made thousands of dollars in only a couple of months.
The more clients he had, the more comfortable he got and the more comfortable he got, the richer the clients.
"It's a wedding." Carlos explained.
"A wedding?" James asked incredulously. "He doesn't want an escort, he wants a boyfriend."
"How did you know?"
"What."
"He wants you to pretend to be his boyfriend in front of his family."
James scoffed. "Yeah, right. As if I'm gonna do that. Get Kendall to do it."
Kendall opened his mouth but Carlos beat him to it. "He already has a job this afternoon."
"It's this afternoon?!" James snapped.
Carlos shrugged. "I figured I should tell you a couple of hours in advance."
"Get Jett to do it! Or Dak!"
The Latino sighed. "I owe him a favour, James, and you're the only one who's excellent at faking."
Kendall raised a finger. "That is true."
James grabbed the closest thing to him, which happened to be a muffin, and threw it at Kendall's head. The blond took it without lifting his head up and started to eat.
"I'm not doing it." James said. "We run a business, Carlos. You can't go around giving people favours and—"
"He's giving you 70 grand up front." Carlos interrupted.
"Okay, and?"
"And 70 after the job is done."
"That's it?"
Carlos snorted. "I already told him you're coming so get rid of your hangover and get dressed. There's a Gucci suit in your closet."
"Gucci?" James asked, affronted. "I prefer Armani." That caused Carlos to roll his eyes. "Will there be an open bar?"
"No drinking." Carlos chided.
James gave him the finger, poured himself a cup of coffee and went into his bedroom.
"It's at 2! I'm going to text you the address and you better not be late!" Carlos yelled.
James closed his door and threw himself onto his bed. He was so close to going back to sleep when Carlos barged in and threw his covers off of him.
"You have 2 hours to shower, get dressed and look pretty, now up."
James glared at him. "I'm already pretty without doing anything to my face or hair."
"You have to meet him an hour before the ceremony, so hurry up."
"I quit." James said.
Carlos rolled his eyes. "You need the money."
"I actually don't." James smiled smugly. "I'm fucking rich now."
"He's actually really cute." Kendall said, standing next to Carlos. "You might have a good time."
"How do you know he's cute?" James asked.
"Carlos showed me his picture." The blond shrugged.
The brunet frowned. "Why haven't you shown me?"
"Because he's not your type? Now hurry up." Carlos smiled sweetly and left his room, Kendall in tow.
James groaned and walked into his bathroom. He took a long, very long hot shower just to piss Carlos off and took even longer to get dressed. Ever since Carlos' dad died, Carlos had been in charge. And he was a damn good boss. He took his father's business higher than his dad ever dreamed of but he still was James' friend and he still pissed James off.
James gelled his hair up and stared at himself in the mirror. Should he shave his scruff? He ran his hands over his almost beard.
"Nah," he said into his reflection, "people love my scruff."
He put his tie on and his shiny black shoes, grabbed his phone off the table and walked into the living room.
Kendall whistled. "You clean up nice." He winked.
The brunet simply rolled his eyes and looked at Carlos.
"His name's Logan Mitchell and you're going to be meeting him at the coffee shop near his place and then from there you two are going to the wedding."
"Logan Mitchell?" James gaped. "The multi-fucking-billionaire?"
The Latino nodded, smirking. "That's the one."
"He's a billionaire and he's only paying me 140 grand?" James scoffed. "What a cheapo."
"Your standards are way too high." Kendall said. "Hey, if he doesn't want to go, I will. You said Logan doesn't know what he looks like."
"James is going." Carlos said before turning away and going into the kitchen.
"He hates me." James grumbled.
"Yeah right," Kendall snorted, "you're his favourite."
"That is highly unlikely." James said and grabbed his keys off the counter.
He got into his Ashton and drove to the coffee shop with the address Carlos was so kind to text him. Before parking he checked out the place. It was obviously a coffee shop that only the people of "higher status" went too. He locked the doors to his car and walked inside, wondering how the fuck he was going to recognize Logan Mitchell. James had heard about Logan, who hasn't? He was the richest 26 year old ever but he's never personally seen the billionaire. He didn't really pay attention to the news but he didn't have too because the man behind the counter recognized him the second he stepped into the shop.
"You're James Diamond?" The boy asked. "Meeting Logan?"
James nodded cautiously and the boy pointed to a table all the way in the corner where a man wearing a simple white dress shirt was waiting. He strode over and sat down.
"I'm James-" James started to say but stopped when he looked at the man.
Shit, he was cute.
James was not expecting someone cute. He was expecting those nerds who wore glasses and tuck a piece of cloth into their shirts during dinner.
"I know." Logan smiled, dimples and everything. "I'm Logan Mitchell, though I'm pretty sure you already know that."
Oh god. Why did he have to be so fucking attractive? James could practically feel himself drooling already. He licked his lips and shook his head. He was here for business, not for a hit and run. Focus, Diamond.
"What I don't know is why you're paying me to be your boyfriend." James said. "You're rich, aren't people trying to get into your pants? I'm sure they would do it for free."
Logan shook his head. "Yeah and then have them steal everything when I'm sleeping? I spoke to Carlos and he told me you were perfect for the job."
"I'm an escort, not an actor."
"I'm going to beg you if I have too. My sister's been on my case since my ex and I broke up and she won't leave me alone until I have a boyfriend."
"Is it your sister's wedding?"
"No, my brother's and that little fucker's also been on my back." He said almost bitterly.
"I'm assuming you're not close with them?"
"What? No, we're inseparable. I just don't want them prying into my personal life, you know? I'm 26 and I'm perfectly capable of living alone."
"Then why are you going to pretend that you have a boyfriend?"
"Because they want to see me happy and you're going to make me happy for the next few hours, okay?"
No, not okay. He was not going to do this. This was not part of his job description. OK, technically it was. It was his job to make people happy, that's what they were paying him for but not like this. James looked at Logan and the smaller brunet looked back at him with desperate, pleading eyes.
Dammit. James didn't even know the guy and already he couldn't say no to him.
"Okay, fine, I'll do it." James sighed. "But these are my rules; no PDA and the only thing we're going to do is hold hands or whatever. And I am not dancing."
"How good are you at faking?" Logan asked.
"Better than you."
Logan laughed. "I took acting classes for half my life; I doubt it, pretty boy."
"Do not give me any pet names."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say. Let's go to my place, I need to get ready."
James nodded and stood up. "Where's the wedding taking place?"
"In my backyard." Logan answered. "I'm the only one with one big enough for over 300 guests."
James followed Logan back to his house and saying he was impressed was an understatement. He drove through the big metal gates, a huge driveway awaiting them. James was already bored by the time he got to the front of the house. Logan's house was bigger than the houses James normally sees. It was much nicer too. It had a pale tan colour to it, giving it a Spanish and homey feel. It had a huge glass door with multiple windows all around the house, showing small glimpses of the interior.
Logan got out of his car and motioned for James to follow him inside. He turned his car off and frowned. Where the hell was he supposed to park it? Before he had the chance to ask Logan, a man in a white and black uniform held out his hand for James' key. The brunet placed it into the butler's hand hesitantly.
"He's not going to steal it." Logan called out.
"I don't know that." James replied, eyeing the butler.
Logan chuckled. "But I do."
"I can assure you, sir, I will do no harm to your car." The butler said in his English accent.
"One scratch on her and I will end you." James threatened.
The butler nodded, unfazed by James' threat and got into his car. The brunet frowned before walking toward the house. The brick walkway was so spotless and shiny James was afraid to step on it. He didn't want to stain it with his shoes.
Logan opened the door and James followed him inside, his jaw almost falling to the ground. The inside was just as better as the outside. The ceiling was high, adorned with a huge chandelier, completely covered in crystals. It brightened up the entire room. The staircase was white marble and the railing had little diamonds crested into it.
There is no way those diamonds are real. James thought.
He kept looking around and Logan let him. Everything looked spotless, as if no one had ever touched it, only dusted it. The furniture was mainly brown, wood, or white marble but the walls were various shades of tan.
James should think about upgrading. If he got more clients like this he would be richer than they are. He should really up his price if this was the kind of house he wanted to live in one day. Though, if he were to live in a house like this it wouldn't look as nice and spotless as Logan's did right now.
"Is that the suit you're going to be wearing?" Logan asked, his voice being somewhat disapproving.
James frowned. "It's Gucci." He replied defensively.
"I prefer Armani."
Logan started to walk up the stairs, leaving a gaping James staring after him. He didn't ask or call for James to follow him so he just stood there, staring at a really ugly painting of an old man that was hanging just above the door. His mustache was too white and too wide. His smile was too forced and his eyebrows were too pushed together.
"He was my grandfather." Logan said, standing next to James.
The taller brunet looked at Logan. When the hell did he get back?
"I was named after him." Logan continued.
James nodded, wondering if he should say that he doesn't give a flying fuck who the ugly man in the painting is or if he should just keep his mouth shut. He went with the second and texted Carlos a death threat.
The doorbell rang and it startled James so much he almost dropped his Iphone. The sound of the doorbell echoed through the halls and James was sure he popped an eardrum. Logan opened the door and standing in front of them were a couple in their mid to late 40s, wearing huge smiles. The woman hugged Logan tightly whilst the man eyed James down. James swallowed nervously and pocketed his phone.
Logan eventually pulled away from the woman and smiled at them.
"Mom, dad, this is James, my boyfriend." Logan introduced.
James took a step forward and plastered a fake smile on, holding out his hand.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell." He said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Mrs. Mitchell shook his hand but Mr. Mitchell just eyed him some more. He was not going to get through this day without Logan's dad grilling him.
Carlos Garcia was a dead man.
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