It wasn't long after I had been with Holly that I got some extremely good news. I had written up a storm and self-published four full length novels along with several short story compilations. The publishing company I had used called me and said they were sending me a check for my latest round of royalties. The rep that I had dealt with since the beginning told me to not to be shocked and that the sales were amazing! I was excited and luck was on my side as the mail carrier stopped by while I was on the phone. I signed for the letter and quickly opened it. The check inside was for more money than I could have even imagined. I screamed and thanked my rep. I was so excited I could not wait for my next check.
After putting the check into the bank and waiting for it to fully clear, I decided I was going to use a large portion for something I always wanted, my own house. I did some shopping and found one that was absolutely perfect. It was a one story home with three bedrooms, two dens, two bathrooms, and a pool in the back yard with a large privacy fence. Most importantly it sat on a property that encompassed two other lots so I had a huge yard. I ended up getting it for a great deal because it was a foreclosure and had been sitting for a while. It was in need of some repairs but nothing that couldn't be handled.
Once the deal was closed, I scheduled a company to come move my stuff. The crew arrived and I was surprised at what the company sent. They movers consisted of two guys and a box truck. I was a little sad thinking that it was going to take forever to get moved. One of the guys was a fairly young guy. Easily only eighteen years old if that. The other guy was more mature. Easily in his late thirties.
He was super attractive. I could see his body was definitely in shape. To my surprise, they got to work pretty quickly. I heard the younger guy say several times that he had to be finished by five. The other guy, who had introduced himself as John, kept telling him that they would be done when they are done.
They started with all the furniture. I had spent the previous couple of days getting as much boxed up as possible. I had already taken everything I needed to move over to the new place. Once that was loaded, they took all the boxes I had already packed as I finished the last ones. The young guy, Steve, took out the boxes while John helped me finish packing.
With the truck loaded, I took one last look at my old apartment. I flashed back to the first day I moved in and played with my toys. Then to the night Eric had spent with me. It was time for a new chapter in my life. With that I closed the door and locked up the apartment. The movers followed me to the new house. I opened the garage door and pulled my car into it. The moving truck pulled into the driveway behind me.
They started to unload the boxes first but instead of taking them inside, they stacked them in the drive way. I was concerned at first but, John told me they wanted to get the furniture in the house first. This way the boxes wouldn't be in the way. It made sense to me. They began pulling the furniture from the truck. Steve was complaining the entire time. No sooner did they get the last piece in, an alarm went off on Steve's phone. He began to walk outside when John tried to stop him.
There was a little bit of an argument when Steve's phone rang. He answered it and the argument got even more heated. Steve handed John the phone and I could tell it was not going John's way. John went to the truck and pulled his jacket and a couple other things from it. Steve got in the truck and pulled out of the driveway. John walked back to the house visibly angry.
I asked him what was wrong. He told me that Steve was the son of the guy that owned the moving company. He tried to get Steve to stay and help but, Steve called his father and the conversation ended with John losing his job. I was saddened by this. John told me not to worry about it and he would help me finish moving in if I wanted him to. I nodded.
John went through the house and started by setting up all the furniture. He put the bed together, moved the couch to just the right spot set up the dining room table and chairs. He even set up the TV and entertainment center. Once all that was done, we moved the boxes in to the appropriate rooms. I had already moved most of my clothes and they had simply wrapped up my dresser so I didn't have to unload it.
John and I talked as we worked. I learned he was divorced with two kids. He and his ex-wife had a good relationship and simply drifted apart. He had been laid off work when his job in manufacturing had ended because of the plant moving to China. He had taken the moving job because the owner had been an old friend. Sadly it appeared that friendship was over.
I thanked him for all his help as we unpacked. I decided to make us both some dinner. He tried to decline but I insisted. I was not about to let this sexy man who had been down on his luck go home unrewarded for his hard work. He reluctantly agreed.
