Mr. Fixer Upper Novels & Stories

Twenty-five: Audrina Bianchi I still called The Fixer Dad in my head. I had never known Alessandro Ramono, and he had never made it a point to know me. The Fixer was the only father I had ever known. He might have been the scariest man in all of the crime families. I took him into his apartment. He’d given me a key in case I had any emergencies. Even though I wasn’t his daughter, he still tried to look out for me.

i dropped the box turning to the butler, " are you the only one around what about the househelp" " why do you ask" " i can only get this fixed from upstairs, not down here" "The house help are currently attending to other tasks," the butler replied. I forced a smile, doing my best to appear casual. "Well, I'll need to inspect the pipes upstairs then," I add, holding out my toolbox for emphasis. "I apologize for the inconvenience." The butler eyed me for a moment before finally relenting. "Very well," he said. "Follow me." I trailed after him up the stairs, trying my best to come up with a plan.

I asked him, but I noticed that he was more engrossed in the TV he was watching than he was before. When I looked at the TV, I saw what had caught Mr. Vale’s attention; it was a video of Syrus on a business show. It was a gathering of CEO’s and company owners, and Syrus Vale was among them. In fact, he was one of the highly respected CEO’s there.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

"They say it heal when you get used to it. So let's get used to it." "Ooh, you're so naughty, doctor Ken." "Move, Mr. Engineer, harder!" "Aaarrggghh...."

she retorted, her voice trembling slightly but firm, “then you will get the money. Not before then.” The man, the fixer, as he was known in certain circles, smirked. It was a cold, humorless expression that sent a shiver down Yvonne’s spine. He turned slowly, as if to leave. “My time is valuable, lady. And my team’s. We don’t work on promises. We work on payment. Upfront. Or I walk. And then you’re on your own with… this.” He gestured dismissively at James.

Most of their sponsors and investors scheduled their day to be free that particular day, that’s why they cannot change it anymore. With the aid of the rookie model, Nixie, he knows that not only the runaway show would be a great success, it would also bring big shots who can help expand their company. “Mister Su, will this be a good substitute?” his assistant disturbed their training session for a minute, while raising a maroon dress with flower patterns. It was elegant and looked comfortable. The man who was wearing a casual white tuxedo, and a navy blue bucket hat assessed the dress and within thirty seconds replied, “No, it is not good enough, find the other one I have hidden,”

Hearing the loud, disruptive voice that barged into the room, Alex remained unfazed and calmly used one of the pillows to cover his ears before muttering “Shut the hell up Matt. This is a hospital, and you're being obnoxiously loud.” “For someone who injured a nurse, you have no right to lecture me on hospital etiquette!” Matt, with his chiseled jaw and intense brown eyes, shot Alex a stern look as he entered the room. His dark hair, slightly tousled, added to his rugged charm. He dropped himself heavily onto the couch, his sleeves rolled up to reveal intricate tattoos that snaked down his forearms.

For once, I actually had free time. So I hopped on stream and started chatting with my viewers. At first, everything was normal. Just my longtime followers hanging out in chat. [Sherlyn, where've you been? You vanished!] [Miss you!!] [Are you seeing someone?] I laughed. "Just working. Corporate life sucks." Then the creep I'd rejected before—the one who kept begging to meet offline—joined the stream. [Oh wow, didn't you bag yourself a sugar daddy? Still working?] [Heard he's some rich heir. So how much for one night?]

I stare at the perfect, round shape of his ass in those worn-out jeans as he bends over. My heart is a wild drum in my chest. I’m a middle-aged, married socialite, and I’m so wet I’m leaving a slick spot on my robe for a boy who fixes pipes for a living. He slides out, wiping his hands on a rag. “All done. Just a clog. You’re good to go.” He gives me that smile again, and my last thread of control snaps. “Are you sure it’s fixed?” I ask, my voice dropping to a husky whisper.