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I do not own Divergent series. The true and only owner is Veronica Roth.

I am testing this story out... comment let me know if it is a keep :)

Warning: Possible trigger warning! Will contain relationship and child abuse, sexual content and adult language. You have been warned! NO THIS IS NOT A RAPE STORY!

This story will be given in Tris, Four and possibly other party P.O.V please look for the indicators on top of the page.

This is also set in a modern world environment. Along with the struggles of having a special needs child. I know totally not what I normal write about... But this story hit me and wouldn't go away. So to speak. Let me know what you think. Let me know if I should continue the story :)

There are three other stories I am still brain storming.

A rented family

About:

I never wanted a family! For me love isn't real, its a way to place all your hopes and dreams into someone and use it against them. I prefer to select my companion as needed and leave it at that. Until now... Amar a very important possible client is known to only work with corporations that are based around family oriented. Zeke my partner told him that not only is he happily engaged (which is true). But I have a wife and child at home (not so true). With a family retreat coming up hosted by Amar himself I will need to find a suitable "wife and child" to come with me. Will Four ever change his ways? Can his "wife" prove to him the true meaning of love and family?

Chapter 1

Four P.O.V

Warning: Sexual content and Adult language!

"Good morning...Umm Four, right?" I hear from behind me.

I instantly feel the irritation growing with in me. Was she still here? I turn around and discover a woman standing in my kitchen, wearing the same slutty dress she wore last night at the bar. I can see that she tries to smile shyly, but I know better than to fall for that act. I can tell last night and even this morning, this wasn't the first time she went home with someone she didn't know. Although truth be told it wasn't my first time either. I prefer a one time only deal, no strings attached. I see no point in ever getting attached by one person and one person only, to only be hurt at the end. Who wants and needs that bullshit.

"Like the number? Right?" She ask tearing me from my thoughts. Yup like I haven't heard that question everyday of my life.

I try so hard not to roll my eyes and be rude, I know I should be a gentlemen. But truth be told she has already worn out her welcome the minute I was done last night. It's not that I have anything against women... I love them. They are the most gorgeous, sexual, satisfying creatures ever created, and with the right woman... Man can things be real nice and so satisfying.

Although this woman that is standing right in front of me, in my kitchen with no shoes on and hair not even brushed yet... I have to say needs to go. I'll admit she has a body of a goddess. Her hips that are shaped best to grab and ride from the back, her boobs heavenly big, her mouth big enough for my dick to fit in. But that is all she has going for her. Her voice is whinny and annoying. Her attitude is highly high maintenance. I know that unless I am getting her to shut up with my dick in her mouth, I won't last half an hour talking to her without having the urge to ditch her.

I nod responding to her question. Honestly I just don't trust my words that will come out of my mouth at this point. It's best to keep quiet. I learned my lesson last time, certain glass and fragile things did not survive after that woman was done. I also don't even know this woman's name. I also never tried to learn it, just call them beautiful or gorgeous instead of using their real names. I don't see the point to get to know them personally, they're usually gone by the time I wake up. Again, preferred.

"So how about you take me out to dinner tonight? Than we can have round two. Or would it be round five?" Fuck no, am I stupid!

I admit yes, it was four times last night. I have a high sex drive. It wouldn't take me long or much to get me going again. So when I have a woman in my bed, I like to take full advantage. I'll go as many times as the woman allows me to. My record hitting six times in one night. Honestly, no one got sleep that night.

"My schedule is... all full today and for the rest of the week. I'll call ya." I say.

Placing my now empty mug in the sink and reaching for my keys. Most of the time the women I bring home understand this gesture and gets the fuck out by now. If they are still here, that is. But nope not this girl. Shit.

"Can I have a cup of coffee too?" She asks.

Like always, I am prepared for this situation. I reach into the cup board and pull out a disposable coffee cup, fill it, cover it with a lid, and hand it to her. "Here you go." Get the point, woman!

"Would you like my number?" Seriously? Do I have to spell it out for this woman?

"Nope." I make sure to pop on the letter P, and don't even bother to look at her while saying it.

Doesn't take long after that, I hear the front door open and close and she has finally got the hint and left. What a relief knowing I won't have to deal with that again. I give myself another five minutes and start to head out to the office.

I work in the heart of Chicago. I love this city, never a dull moment. I work side by side with my best friends since high school Zeke Pedrad. He is your typical over the top joker, but when shit hits the fan, he is there no mater what. He is extremely friendly and creative as hell. Together we started Dauntless Advertisement Agency, or like most people call us D.A.A. It wasn't easy, we had a lot of ups and downs, and a lot of blood and sweat went in to starting this company. Now we are a multi billion dollar company, one of the top advertisement agencies in the United States.

Zeke is completely the opposite of me. He has been in a fully committed relationship with his girlfriend since senior year of high school. That's right, they are your typical high school sweet hearts. Whom just recently got engaged, her name is Shauna.

Shauna is great, she is your typical tom boy, don't fuck with me, kinda girl. She knows when to joke, when to be serious, and when to investigate. On top of her personality, she is also very attractive. Not that I would ever make a move, bro code. Plus after all these years, I see Shauna as a sister, that would be weird.

I pull into the garage, which is located under the building at work at. Of course I have no problems finding parking since I have my own parking spot. "Reserved for Four Eaton."

One thing about being successful, if I want something, I get it. Like my car the new Volvo XC90. I still remember that day. It was our second year anniversary of the company success, I was tired driving around in my little Honda civic 1995. Not there is anything wrong with that car. I love it. But it was well on its way to dieing. I walked into Volvo dealership, wearing nothing but blue old jeans and a black shirt. The dealer looked out and saw that I drove my Honda, the look that man gave me. He thought I was a good for nothing 25 year old kid. He didn't know what hit him when I paid the car in full instead of picking a payment plan like he was suggesting.

I claim out of my car and grabbing my work bag and jacket from the back seat. As I start to make my way towards the lobby of the building, I avoid all eye contact as possible. Not really in the mood for the small talk, flirty, girls that want to throw them selves on me today. Last nights events will last me at least a week until I start to crave again. Odds are when that happens I'll head to the bar.

I forgo the elevator and take the stairs like I always do. I hate taking the elevator, it's always cramped and takes too long to reach the twenty second floor. Not to mention I have issues with confined spaces. Also it's the best way to avoid the women in this building. Women throw them selves at me all the time, wanting to score with the famous Four. I admit I have made a few mistakes at the work place in the first few years of D.A.A. But since than I have matured and come to realize that it's best to keep it in my pants when it comes to the work place.

When I reach the twenty second floor I stop and take a deep breath and straighten out my cloths, before opening up the door that leads to the floor. I try and pace myself as I feel eyes stare at me as I walk through.

With all honesty there is only one woman on this floor I show one hundred respect to, the one woman that earned it from day one. Tris Prior, my assistant. From day one, Tris, has always demanded respect and was not afraid to call me out on my shit. She also wasn't afraid to throw it right back at me. It was a bold move, but I liked it. No other woman has ever had the guts to push the buttons she does. She is also a wise at almost everything. She is deadly smart when it comes to ideas, computers, and solving problems. Not to mention she is honest, selfless, kind, and brave. Even Zeke liked her when we interviewed her together. I still remember that day.

Zeke and I decide we are both financially stable now to start hiring help around our offices. "We need assistant. People to answer phones, help with email, and keep up with everything that we are lacking on." He had suggested it and I agreed. I was swamped and stressed at the time, and we were missing out on clients because we weren't able to meet our deadlines. We needed help.

We place an ad out in the paper and contact the temp agencies, and with in no time we had interviews lined up. It was a no brainier with Tris. She walked in confident and with a resume a mile long with the right qualifications and recommendations. I remember asking her why she wanted and needed this job so badly, her answer was so honest and selfless.

"I'm a single parent, my son is Autistic and ADHD. He deserves so much more than what I can financially give him right now. All I want is to give him a good home and life. I will stop at nothing to see to it that I do. So you see I need this job to place a good roof over my sons head, good food in his mouth, and cloths on his back. Not to mention the medical assistant he needs." She said it so straight forward,it took me by surprise. "Look I'm smart, and self driven. I can't play games because I can't afford too. What does that mean to you? It means that I will show up to work when scheduled and I will work my butt off, making sure I give this one hundred percent because I have no back up plan. And at the end of the day I have a child to care and look after." She said that with her index finger hitting the edge of the desk with each word. She wasn't playing around.

"One last question, Ms. Prior." Zeke said looking serious.

"Yes?" Tris asked Zeke.

"Will you ever consider sleeping with Four?" Zeke said nodding his head in my direction. At first I thought he couldn't be series. What kind of question is that at an interview?

"Does it look like I would? I have a child at home. I can't risk loosing my job at the end of the day over some two minute sweat job." Damn that stung but good answer. At that moment Zeke looked at me and I looked at him both nodding in agreeance. Tris was hired on the spot.

She has now been my assistant for the past three years. Since than I have given her graciously multiple Christmas bonuses, and two raises. All she well deserved on her own.

"Good morning, Tris." I say walking pass her desk.

I take a quick glance making sure she looks fine. Although many don't know this, not even Zeke, my true feelings for Tris is more than it should be. But I make sure that it never shows. I would hate to loose her as my assistant, I would hate to loose her all together, really. I love being able to see her every day knowing that she is well, safe, and happy. Which is strange because I never have these thoughts before about a woman. I never had to work, impress, or try to get a woman's attention. But with Tris, she never defaulters. She is always professional and keeps a pleasant smile on her face. But nothing more.

Its hard to admit that I have fantasized about her... I'm not just talking about sexually either. Although I am guilty at that, she has been present in a few of those helpful episodes when I am in the shower and need that quick release. But I fantasize about her general as well. I think about what it would be like to be with her, talk to her, hear her laugh. She's nothing like the other women I have seen. She's real.

But I know a woman like her, is completely out of my league. She is the kind of woman that you bring flowers too, take her out on a proper date to get to know each other, you may get lucky if you get a first good night kiss when you drop her off. You spend months dating and yet respect her enough to not have sex. You date until you need to no longer spend nights apart from each other. She is the kind of woman you brave getting on one knee and pouring your heart to her demanding for her to marry you. She is the kind of woman that you wait patiently at the alter and when you see her dressed in white your heart stops beating. She is the kind of woman that you make sure you are home for dinner every night, because you rather be home with her than any where else. She is the kind of woman that you strive to make your self better for her and for your kids. Something I know I can never do and be for her. I'm far to damage to repair.

Plus to make maters worst, Tris has a child. Not just any child, but a special needs child. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with being a single mom. Hell I wish my mom would have left my father and taken me with her. The truth is, they often said history is bond to repeat it self. If that is true, no one, not even Tris Prior would want me around her child. I can't and wouldn't blame her.

On top of it all, I have never been in love, never want to be either. From what I saw through my parents' marriage, love is a set up. Its a way to place all your hopes and dreams into someone and use it against them. At the end one or both get hurt and who wants and needs that.

"Good morning, Four." Tris says calling for my attention.

I see she is carrying a cup of coffee that she places on my desk. Steaming hot and black, just the way I like it. She also has her handy note pad and a pen.

"You have a office meeting with Zeke regarding the Amar account at nine. A phone conference with Mr. Ramos at one. Oh and a Nita called, she wants a call back regarding a dinner date." Tris says placing Nita's number on my desk. Nita? Shit which one was she? All well, who cares?

"Thank you, Tris. Anything else?" I ask.

"No." She says shaking her head.

"Great. Hows your son doing?" I ask. Although I may try to keep my feelings in check for her, I still want to make sure she is ok. She doesn't need anything for her or for her son. This feeling alone always takes me by surprise. This isn't me, I don't care about other people, I don't care what they go through or their struggles. But with Tris I want to help her, protect her from any more pain or struggles. Keep her safe. I don't know about her past, nor have I ever asked. But I know it must have not been good. She never seems interested in finding anyone.

"He is doing much better now. Thank you. We finally found a behavior therapist willing to squeeze him in on her schedule." She says with a wide smile. I never understood how many struggles there could be to find the right therapist for a child. Well alone how many a child with special needs may need.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you. Ok? Door is always open." I tell her. I want to tell her more, let her know how serious my words are. But I can't, anything more would be too inappropriate.

"Thank you, Four. I appreciate that." Tris says.

"Well you are appreciated around here. We want to make sure you are ok in return." I say with a smile. She nods and exits my office. It's than I allow myself to take in her appearance of the day, damn she looks good. She wears a button white blouse with the top few buttons left undone. Not to mention the blank dress pants that hug on her every curve just right. I shake my head from the thoughts that always seem to creep in. If I can't get my thoughts straight, this will be a long day after all.

I make my way towards Zeke's office, dreading the moment I have to acknowledge his assistant. Zeke's assistant is nothing like Tris. Although don't get me wrong, she is pretty. But Tris has this whole innocent, real beauty about her self. It's almost like she doesn't know how drop dead beautiful she truly is. Verses Lauren, she knows what she's got and she is not afraid to use it. She has made many attempts at me, even tried to trade positions with Tris once. Told Zeke it would better tuit our needs if they traded. Needless to say how fast that request was denied.

"Good morning, Lauren." I say not stopping for a response. My greeting is nothing like the one I share with Tris. I don't even bother to look at her direction. My eyes stay on my goal which is right now Zeke's office door.

"Well good morning Four." She says in a seductive tone. But I let it pass. Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away.

I enter the office without knocking, not wanting to take the chance in hell letting myself get caught up with Lauren. I did that mistake once too, something I will never do again.

"Four, my partner in crime. How was last night?" Zeke asks.

He has always known about my weekly bar visits. One of the only thing he envied about me. But silently I envied him as well. He often said he missed that hunt... trying to catch the one that wants to get away but can't. But just like I always told him he has a woman at home in his bed every night, more than willing to fulfill his needs. That I envy.

"It was.. successful." I reply, not wanting to go into details. But I'm sure that wont stop him from asking.

"Was she well gifted?" He says wiggling his eyebrows.

"Zeke." I warn him. I'm not going there today.

"So what is the update on the situation with Amar?" I probe him. That moment I see his grin drop, his eyebrows crease together. I know it cant be anything good.

"What happened? Did we loose him? Shit. You know that was a high end client. What happened?" Crap.

"No. We didn't loose him, not exactly." He says, rubbing his neck. Crap what did he do?

"What than?" I ask.

"Well see, Amar wants to only work with those that are more... worthy of his money and time." Zeke says. What the hell does that mean? "You see Amar prefers to work with those that are family oriented." He explains.

"Umm. What?" I ask. Family oriented, what the hell does that mean?

"The way he explained it was, that those that have a family will work harder because they cant afford to loose verses the ones that are not so oriented." He explains. What the hell? That doesn't make any sense. I give my all to each and every client every time. I take in Zeke's expression, I know there is something more than what he is telling me.

"Zeke?" I ask.

"Well I didn't want to loose the deal." he says getting up from his chair, he starts to pace around the room. What did he do? "I... I told him that it was no problem. That we were both family men." What? "I explained to him about my recent engagement to Shauna and how we are looking forward to starting a family." Ok, that's ok. That's true. It's fine. "Than I told him that you were already married with a kid."

"WHAT?" I yell out. Married? A kid? Is he stupid.

"Well you see, I thought a lie wouldn't hurt. He doesn't have to ever know the truth. Just get you a wedding band for the meetings. Problem solved. Until..." Crap.

"Until what?" I ask.

"He said he throws a company retreat every year, and he would look forward to both of our families join him for the weeks festivities." He says looking down and finally stop pacing. I tell myself to stay calm. I cant and wont kill my best friend. No, that's wrong. I will end up in prison. This can be mended. Oh who the hell am I kidding. I'm going to kill him.

"What the hell were you thinking, Zeke? What the hell am I suppose to do now?" I start raising my voice again. I try to take a deep breath to calm myself, not working.

"Well, I thought about that last night. We all know that Tris is single and she has a son." Zeke start to point out his solution.

"Are you serious? Don't you think that is crossing the line, the woman is my assistant. Zeke you idiot. She has a autistic son. We don't know if the child can handle all that." I say pointing out the obvious to Mr. Einstein. Dumb ass! Starting to really wonder if Shauna is drinking most of the time she is with Zeke. It would explain it.

"Well, no life is perfect. It may give us credit for having a special needs child to the mix." Alright I might end up hitting him.