Queen Rouge Plumber Novels & Stories

he said. He just said one of the sweetest things I ever heard. He always does. “And you have a complete set of tools,” I said. “These are essentials especially now that we can’t call real plumbers to service us,” he said. He figured there’s something under the sink that’s causing the leak. “Are you not afraid to touch anything under the sink?” I asked. I thought I heard him laugh a little before saying that he wasn’t afraid. At this point, I don’t deny thinking of Quim who doesn’t know chores like this. They are complete opposites.

Capable. He walked past her, stepping over the puddle. He opened the cabinet under the sink. He turned a valve. The dripping stopped. "Crisis averted," he said, standing up and wiping his hands on a dish towel. "You know how to fix plumbing?" Aurora asked, raising an eyebrow. "I know how to turn off the water," he corrected. "The plumber is on speed dial. He'll be here at 9." He walked over to the coffee maker. He poured two mugs.

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.

I smile as I take a seat. “Oh, good,” Tracey replies. “The damn plumbing is playing up, though, and a hot shower is hit and miss.” “Oh no.” I frown. “That sucks.” “Did you call that plumber I told you about?” Christine asks her. I glance over and see Cameron deep in conversation with Amber. I come back to the plumbing conversation. “He didn’t turn up and he spent all that time quoting. I just found it bizzare.” Tracey shakes her head. Cameron laughs and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. I swear to God, I’m going to lose my shit any second.

"Rodriguez Plumbing - Fast, Reliable, Professional." "Please let them answer," Elena muttered, dialing the number. "Rodriguez Plumbing, Jake speaking." The voice was deep, rough-edged, instantly reassuring. "Hi, I have an emergency. Pipe burst under my bathroom sink. Water everywhere. Can you come right away?" "Yeah, I can be there in twenty minutes. What's the address?"

"Rodriguez Plumbing - Fast, Reliable, Professional." "Please let them answer," Elena muttered, dialing the number. "Rodriguez Plumbing, Jake speaking." The voice was deep, rough-edged, instantly reassuring. "Hi, I have an emergency. Pipe burst under my bathroom sink. Water everywhere. Can you come right away?" "Yeah, I can be there in twenty minutes. What's the address?"

“I am Jake, the plumber. This is my partner Miguel, the gardener. We are here to take care of everything for you today.” I blinked in surprise. “Oh… I was honestly expecting much older men. Please come inside, boys. I am Angelique.” Miguel wiped his boots on the mat and stepped in with a polite smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Angelique. It is nice to meet you. The front yard already looks like it needs some serious attention. Where would you like me to begin?” I led them into the kitchen and pointed at the sink. “Jake, this is the one that keeps leaking. It has been driving me crazy. Miguel, the flower beds and the entire backyard are completely overgrown. My husband has not done any maintenance in

Louis pressed his lips into a thin line, his expression dark and unreadable. For a brief second, something that looked almost like regret flickered through his eyes. But someone as proud and aloof as Louis would never apologize. Just then, one of the repairmen came out of the kitchen and said, "Mr. Walker, the pipes have been fixed." Louis turned away, lifting his arm slightly to gesture toward Adora. "She’s the homeowner." "Oh," the worker replied, quickly walking over to Adora. "Miss Matthews, the pipes have been replaced. We checked the rest of the plumbing too. Everything else is fine."

HARRISON'S POV A plumber’s van had been parked out front of the house when I got back home. The sliding door stood open, revealing trays stacked one atop another—silver and brass fittings, corners, S-bends, and plastic couplings arranged with rough practicality. The company name was fixed to the side panels on magnetised mats: D.J. Morgan Plumbers & Gas Fitters. I found him in the kitchen, drinking tea and attempting, without much subtlety, to steal glances down the front of Ruby’s V-neck top. Outside, in the garden, his apprentice was showing Madison how to juggle a football with her knees and feet.

"I could maybe be the plumber who comes by to fix your disposal while your husband's at work." She leaned over and kissed him, and said with a big smile, "I hope you're one of those plumbers who guarantees satisfaction." "Or your money back!" he said. About a week later, Crystal called Bill shortly before he was leaving work, and when he answered, she said, "Hello. Is this Roto-Reamer Plumbing? I need someone to come out and fix my kitchen disposal. I'm willing to pay a bonus for fast service." Bill chuckled, and then said, "Well, ma'am, it sounds like you have a problem that needs immediate attention. We always give a lady in distress top priority, so we'll send someone out, right away. He