Chapter 21
-DAMIAN
Hey, how are you doing?’ I typed on my phone, only to delete the message again. Cursing inwardly, I
chewed the insides of my checks andposed another message.
‘T’ll be in Seattle on Saturday. Wannae as my date? If you’re not busy? I groaned, deleting what I
typed, and pped my phone screen down on top of my thigh.
A chuckle rumbled from the driver’s seat. Danny was behind the wheel, driving me back to my
amodation in LA. I pinned him with a narrowed re through the rearview mirror. The man’s
chuckle turned to full-blownughter.
“The f uck are youughing at?” I grumbled, parking an elbow on the windowpane.
We’re driving through the city after meeting Silverio and udia from Scarlette Interiors. The meeting
dragged on longer than nned because Silverio tends to mix pleasure with business. After udia
pitched her interior design ns, Silverio invited us for a drink I made ame excuse to meet my
girlfriend just to get out of their hair. Silverio was probably balls- deep buried now in udia’s pu ssy.
udia’s resemnce to Sonja left an unsettling feeling in my gut. Five foot six, brte, blue eyes.
udia was a little curvier than Sonja. I almost tried to pluck her our of Silverio’s ws.
I sighed, feeling bad for Sonja all over again. But who was I to judge them? My hands were far from
being clean.
“Is this Millie chick upying your mind?” He asked, pulling my gaze from watching the city lights’ stripe
of a kaleidoscope as we drove by
I neither denied nor confirmed his question and asked instead. “How did you know about Millicent?”
It had been five days since Ist heard from Millicent, and she’d been on my mind like a lessee taking
permanent residence there, rent-free. I don’t know what I expected from her, but definitely not this radio
silence. We had a good time at Legally Luke’s. I’m sure we did. We were inseparable that night. We were
all over each other, and now I’m wondering if I did. something to trigger this cold treatment from her.
I don’t even know how to start a conversation because she was, in fact, ab iding by our agreement. PDA
was allowed, but we didn’t exactlyy out our rules when we had no audience or were states away from
each other. She did insist that there would be no third party involved. I get why she insisted on the
use. So I said yes, even if it meant I would be celibate for a
year.
“Finance chicks had been bugging me about your rumored ‘girlfriend,” he insisted on thest word, a
spark of teasing tone. “So, is it true?”
I nodded. In the public eye, Millicent is my girlfriend. There’s no use denying that to Danny or any of our
employees,
anyway.
“Da mn,” Danny grinned. “So someone finally tamed the wild heart of Damian ck, huh? Agnes will be
pis s ed.”
Agnes was the Finance Manager who’d been tant in her mission to be my wife. Apart from Sonja,
having Millicent as my girlfriend will push away the unwanted attention I’m getting from our employees as
well. I hope it does.
“She can be pi ssed all she wants, Danny,” I groaned, pulling out my phone, debating whether to just ask
her toe with me to Seattle. We agreed we’d be there for each other when we needed a date for an
event. That’s my reason for seeing her again.
“Ah… trouble in paradise already?” Danny asked, taking the turn towards one of ck Hotels franchises.
The distant crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean eased the tension in my spine a bit.
I tucked my phone back into my pocket, annoyed. Danny would never understand my dilemma. He’s
been a one-womant kind of guy, been with his girlfriend since they were in college.
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Stopping the SUV at the red light, he reached for his messenger bag in the passenger side, passing
me.
a man envelope to
“I’ve been talking since we left the club,” he murmured, no hint of ire in his tone. In fact, he sounded
amused. “I know you heard no shi t about my report on Belmont. Everything is in there.” The car wheeled
once more as the green light lit up on the streetlight.
I sighed, grateful that Danny was an efficient assistant. My mind has been a muddle of indecision since
Monday. I don’t even know how I’m functioning in this state. “Heard anything from Mon?”
He nodded a yes. “He will send the CCTV footage tomorrow.”
“Alright, send it to my email as soon as you get it.” I shoved the envelope in my bag as Danny pulled in
front of the hotel.
Before I could slide out, Danny said, “Do something to get her attention,” as though he understood my
problem. “That works, he added, chuckling.
Thanks Danny,” I groaned, closing the door. But as I made my way through the lobby, I considered his
advice, conjuring an excellent way to get Millicent’s attention without looking like a hormonal teenager
eager to see my girlfriend.
By the time I poured the honey mixture and sliced lemons into the seared salmon in the skillet, I was
anxious as f uck. I almost burn the salmon from peeking at my phone every f ucking minute. I turned the
stove off and transferred the salmon onto a te. My stomach was a mess of knots, and the idea of
eating made me nauseous.
My phone chimed. I grabbed it with the speed of lightning striking the ground, a s hit-eating grin stretched
my lips. It was a message from Millicent.
F uck! 1 raked my fingers through my hair. This isn’t happening to me. It felt like I was sixteen all over
again, a boy without control over his hormones.
I let five minutes pass, sipping a beer before opening Millicent’s message.
Millicent: Hey, can I call?
That’s it? Why didn’t I think of sending a message like that earlier?
I gnawed my lip and pressed the video call button. The low rumble of the ringer filled the silence in my
suite. Millicent answered on the third ring, and f uck me. The sight of her made my di ck surge forward.
I forgot the time difference between her location and mine. She’s already in bed in nothing but a silk
spaghetti-strapped to She held the sheets up
one hand over his breasts. What I would give for her to tug those sheets down. Her hair was a
mess of beautiful blond curls cascading past her shoulder. Her face was make-up-free.
“Hey,” she smiled, a pink blush tainting her cheeks.
“Hi,” I groaned, pressing my tongue on the inside of my cheeks. Are you about to sleep?”
She bit her lip, shaking her head no. The video went shaky for a beat, and then she was leaning on the
headboard, a pillow pressed in her front as a cover-up. “I was reading, then my phone wouldn’t stop
buzzing on my side table.” Her big brown eyes narrowed to slits. “Had anything to do with that?”
I pulled my lower lip between my teeth. This this kind of conversation is why I can’t stop thinking about
Millicent. No woman has ever talked to me so casually. They’re usually flirting, trying so hard to get my
attention or to have their mouths around my coc k
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I heaved, grabbed my te of salmon, and brought it to the
breakfast bar.
“Yeah? Were you drunk as well when you changed your profile picture?”
I threw my head backughing and went back to the kitchen, fetching my bottle of beer.
Before taking a shower, I scrolled through my phone and found a decent photo of Millicent and me on
that reunion night.
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She wasn’t the only one who got pictures of us that night. I did, too, because she insisted we needed to
document our one- night rtionship. I haven’t deleted any of those pictures and stared at them in the
I chose the picture of us with my arms around her waist as we grinned at the camera. She held my
phone and took a snapshot with my lips pressed to the top of her head.
“Maybe,” I murmured, setting my phone on the holder and slicing my salmon. “Do you want me to take it
down?”
Please don’t say yes. I liked that picture, and it took me an hour of debating about making that move.
“No,” she said quietly, her blush deepening. “I guess it’s only fitting, since we’re faking things. It just
surprised me.”
“Haven’t you noticed? I’m full of surprises, baby,” I winked at her, taking a forkful of my salmon.
She giggled. That you are, babe. What’s your dinner?”
“Honey garlic zed salmon.”
She closed her eyes and moaned as though she were tasting what I was eating. My d ick jumped against
the fabric of my shorts. Those moans had invaded my dreams since the night we shared in my bed. Like
a f ucking creep, I had jerked off, picturing Millicent moaning and writhing beneath me since Saturday
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g me up.
“A man who can cook turns me on, babe,” she teased and f uck me. Her sultry tone was working
“Yeah?” I leaned back in my seat and sipped my beer, wanting to have her for dinner instead. So we’re
doing this, flirting even if we don’t have an audience. I’m in. “How turned on are we talking about?”
“Hm, she thought for a moment, lust dting her eyes. “Like toe-curling, spine-arching turned on.”
“Da mn, Millicent, I groaned, shifting in my seat.
She giggled, sliding down from the headboard until she was lying on her bed. Turning to the side, she is
still hugging that dam n pillow. I would give anything right now to be in her room pluck that pillow, and
see her nipples strain against her silk top. Was she even wearing shorts or just her panties?
G odda mmit! My semi-turned into a full-blown h ard-on in the snap of a finger.
“So, do you actually have something to ask from me?” she asked, biting her lip. My brows creased. “You
won’t try to grab my attention like that for no reason.”
For a moment, I forgot how assertive Millicent can be. “I need a date on Saturday.”
“Where?”
“Seattle. Dad was supposed to attend that fundraiser, but he asked if I could fill in. He’d want to take
Nancy for a weekend getaway”
“That’s sweet. She gnawed her lip. “I would love to go. Is there a dress code?”
“I’ll handle that,” I said. “I’ll book us a hotel. Meet me there before lunchtime?”
“Okay”
“Yeah?”
She hummed, yawning. “My boyfriend needs me, so I’ll be there
I chuckled, my heart drumming at the anticipation of seeing her again.
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