Four Week Fiance 2(55)

“Yeah,” Sally agreed. “I’d love to meet a guy like that as well.”

“You girls are living in fantasy land.” I laughed at them. “Those guys do not exist.”

“Just because you’re not like that doesn’t mean they don’t exist,” Mila said and hit me in the arm. “Stop trying to burst our bubbles.”

“I’m not trying to burst your bubbles, but guys aren’t like that. We do what we want to get what we want. First thing on our minds is sex, then maybe food, then work, then sex again.” I laughed at their open mouths. “I’m just being honest. I’ve never done anything for love. Most guys are not going to put themselves out of their comfort zone for no reward. It just doesn’t work like that.”

“When a guy is in true love, he will do anything and everything for the woman he loves,” Mila said softly. “Just to make her happy. If even for one day. Even if it meant he would lose her. A man in true love cares only about doing everything he can to protect and cherish his woman. And that will be the only thing in his mind.” She just stared at me then and I stared back at her silently. Who was I to argue with her? I sat back and I could feel my heart pounding and I could feel myself starting to feel sad. What would it feel like to be a man in love like that? What would it feel like to be the man in love with Mila like that? I wasn’t sure that I’d ever want to find out. It seemed like it would be way more than I’d want to deal with.

Present Day



“How much do I love you?” I looked at Mila’s profile photo on Facebook for what seemed like the tenth time in the last couple of hours. I stared into her wide-eyed gaze and smiled at the cute cheeky smile in the photo as she stuck her tongue out. “Oh, my Mila.” I sighed and closed the tab and shut my laptop down. I couldn’t spend the day staring at her photos again. I didn’t even use Facebook or other social media much. I didn’t care about it. I liked to live my life in private, but that hadn’t stopped me from spending hours on the site in the last few days, trying to figure out what she was doing, where she was going, how she was feeling. She hadn’t made it easy for me, though. She hadn’t updated her page in over a month, so to placate myself I’d spent my hours looking at her old posts and old photos. I wasn’t sure why I’d become this obsessed person. I knew I could get the answers I wanted just by talking to her, but then what would that accomplish? I knew I couldn’t give her any of the answers that she wanted.

I looked down at the files on my desk and grimaced. D-day was nearly here. I had to sign the paperwork within 24 hours and that would mean that my father would officially own Mila’s parents’ company and legally there would be nothing that anyone could do about it.

Knock knock.

“Come in,” I said as I looked up at the door, hoping it wasn’t my father about to walk in and pressure me into signing the papers right now. I’d throw them in his face if it was him.

“Why, hey, stud.” Barbie sauntered into the room and my stomach dropped.

“Hi.” I nodded, not smiling. “How can I help you, Barbie?”

“Is that any way for you to treat your ex-lover?” She sashayed over to my desk and leaned forward, her breasts sticking out towards me.

“We were never lovers.” I glared at her. “What do you want?”

“To change that.” She grinned and she moved around to the side of my desk. “We can become lovers now.”

“Barbie, what do you want?” I said, annoyed, as I felt her hand on my shoulder.

“I just told you.” She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I want you to f*ck me deep and hard.”

“I’m going to give you ten seconds to get out of my office,” I said and pursed my lips. What the hell did my father see in this woman? She was nothing but an opportunistic slut.

“Really, TJ? Is that how you’re going to speak to me?” She stood up straight and laughed, then I felt her hand on my thigh, running up my leg. “I guess now you’re getting some from your little friend, Mila. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say little, she’s not exactly a size zero is she?” She laughed loudly and my body grew still. “But I guess now that your plus-size friend is giving it up to you, you’re too good for me.”

“Barbie, I’m only going to ask you this one more time, what do you want?”

“You know what I wonder,” she said and sat on the side of my desk. “I wonder why you’re leading this girl on. I mean, I get it, men want sex, but really, anyone can see that idiot is in love with you. And she has no idea who you are or what you’re doing, does she?” She laughed as she gazed at me. “You think you’re better than me and your father, but are you really? Leading her on, f*cking her, making it hard for her to ever forget you. Is that what a good guy does, TJ?”

“What’s it to you?” I stared at her, my heart pounding as I realized some of what she was saying was true. How was I any better than her or my dad? Mila had no idea what was going on, really, and that was because of me. And yes, I knew she loved me and yes, I wanted her to love me, but I didn’t have anything else to offer in return. Nothing, but heartache and heartbreak and I wasn’t going to pretend to myself that I had anything more.

“Your dad and I want this deal to happen.” Her eyes narrowed and it was then that I knew my dad had sent her in to take care of the situation. He was probably worried that I was going to back out of the deal. Little did he know, I was 100% in at this point.