Mr. Fixer Upper Novels & Stories

The doctor was wearing black jeans with a long-sleeved button shirt, and nice shoes which made him look different and more casual "Sir...it's already fixed if it breaks again just call me" before Alexis could make Maverick talk the opposite door to her apartment which she thought had no one staying in it opened and a man who looked like a plumber walked out and addressed Maverick who smiled and dug in his pockets. Alexis was dumbstruck, not sure what to say. When did the rude doctor move in next to her

“Why do I even have to worry about you when you are a man?“ He admonished himself. He felt bad that he had to feel like that just because of Pissy. But suddenly, he heard some noise at the door. Hurriedly, he rushed out. And true to his prayers, he saw Pissy sneaking into the guest room. Though relaxed that the man was back, he felt mad. He cleared his throat, and Pissy turned around in shock. “Sir…” he stammered. Fortune scoffed. “Huh? So you had the guts to come back?“ He asked, his voice cold. “What? You don't need the job anymore? Do you know how I fought for that position for you?“ Pissy swallowed hard. “Um… Sir, there is nothing I like more in this life than that job. Don't get me wron

And that Raven was best friends with Miranda’s boyfriends, and Vixen loved Raven. Shit. How was she going to un-f-k this up? She was a Fixer. It was a title Gregory had given her after their first meeting at the sex club that she now owned. She fixed things - from broken boy toys to lonely old men who were really just broken toy boys who’d lived too long in pain. Gregory was one of her boy toys, even if she’d never f-ked him. She needed to fix this for him, because she knew he would care – not about the illegal side of the business, but about Miranda.

My older sister was still married to the man my father had picked for her. "Why do you seem so shocked?" He shrugged one shoulder and then he leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us, a small smirk sitting on his lips, "I said, are you into threesomes?" I stared into his eyes with my narrowed ones. This man looked like he was straight out of a movie, he was blonde, probably around 6'4, and he had this weird monotonous voice that sent chills down my spine. I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am."

He answered cheerfully and I rolled my eyes although he couldn’t see me. “Mr.Alexander! Can you tell me where my car is?” I was getting annoyed by each passing minute. “Oh…. Hold on a second, I am coming down!” He responded & before I protested, he hung up on me. I looked at the phone unbelievably but then waited for Alexander. He came down after 2 minutes, dressed up in a plain T-shirt and grey sweatpants. I admired him silently because he was looking delicious & handsome as fu**! “Take a picture, my dear! It’ll last long.” He winked at me when he got near & I scoffed.

~[CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT]~ And here we were, forms centered on the office floor, with burnt cig ashes littered over the marble tiles, while the sound of my laughs poured out into the room. "I'm telling you, Jane. I found myself mopping floors with my garments, all in sakes of bringing food to my mouth" Spoke Louis. "It was a hectic one, Jane" "Life never is easy" "Not in a million years would I believe you come from such home, so raggedy, even to an extent of being feasted by rats" I called in a low voice.

In the office, Smith couldn't shake off what he had seen earlier from his head. Still smiling. "I've never seen her smile before, and the way she dances…" he said to himself, then caught himself. "No, man. Come off it," he said. "She's not your class or your status. Be focused. She's just a janitor, nothing more," he said to himself again. To distract himself, he turned to his laptop and began typing, the sound of the keyboard filling the quiet office.

It’s like he’s used to this system. “If you give me just one day, I promise I can fix the hot water problem forever,” I murmur, as he dresses himself, “I'll just call someone to come have a look at it and make sure there's always warm water. No magic needed, just a good plumber." "If that's all you can do, cool," he responds. Once he’s done, we encounter the other problem. The smallest bed known to man, "Will you fit there?"

Gosh, this place was beautiful. The receptionist behind the front desk looked up when we came in and her face broke into a wide, warm smile. The smile of someone greeting a person they knew. "Mr. Tucker." She stood slightly. "Good morning. They're expecting you upstairs." I looked at Cameron. Whoa, so they knew him here? Who was this man, exactly? He gave her a brief nod and guided me toward the elevator with one hand warm at the small of my back, and I noticed ... .I couldn't help noticing that he moved through this lobby the way he moved through his own penthouse. Without hesitation.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me, leave the door open and I'll fix the lightbulb for you. Can you go to the Jeep and ask Caleb for the bag I packed?" "No problem, big guy. Gotta say, you changing my porch light? Hot." "That other dude you were with must not have done anything exciting." She tilts her head to the side. "The thing with him was, he was a caller. He'd call someone to fix what was wrong. He wasn't a fixer, didn't like to get his hands dirty."