Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(24)

My fingers clutched onto the handle and it took everything in me to not open that door. I could almost picture her lying there in the bed, her long blond hair strewn all over the pillow as she hugged the sheets to her body. The bed would be warm and the sheets rumpled as she wiggled around to make herself comfortable. She wouldn’t sleep right away. She’d lie awake, listening to the sound of Sally breathing as she slept, and she’d stare out the window and hopefully she’d think of me. She’d wonder if I’d gone back to my room to f*ck Barbie. She’d wonder what would have happened if she’d walked towards me just now when she’d turned around. How I’d willed her to come towards me. To give me a real sign that she wanted me. That’s all I needed. I needed it to come from her. I needed to know that when I took her and made her mine, it was because she wanted it too.

I knew she wanted me—it would have been difficult to have ignored all the signs—but I don’t think she knew what she was getting into with me. I wasn’t all sunrises and late nights at the lake staring at the stars. I was dark nights with the wolves howling into the wind. I was secrets in corners and dark alleys. I was whips and chains and plush red velvet. I was cuffs and ropes and unspeakable actions that would both turn her on and disgust her.

My hand dropped from the handle and I stepped back. Now was not the time to take her. Now was not the time to make her mine. Not now, not in this way. It would almost be too duplicitous. This was too romantic of a setting. I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea. Or the right idea. I stepped back from the door and walked to the bathroom. I needed a cold shower. I needed to focus on the task at hand. Mila could wait another night, even if I didn’t want her to. I’d go according to the plan. I’d have her soon. For four weeks. And then she’d see the real me. And I didn’t know if that would be the beginning, or the beginning of the end.





Chapter Eight

Mila

December 19th, 2009

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I hate my brother. I know that’s not a nice thing to say, but he can be such a jerk. I was in the kitchen talking to TJ and I am pretty sure that TJ was going to go in for a kiss and guess who comes into the kitchen and tells me to scat and go to my room—like he owns the kitchen or something? I think he’s jealous because TJ and I really get on. He’s such a jerk. And selfish. I don’t know how Cody and I have the same parents. He’s the spawn of the devil. Maybe his real name is Damien and he’s the antichrist come to make my life a misery. Hopefully that’s not blasphemy! I would ask Nonno, but he would just tell me I need to go to church with him every weekend. And while, I am a Christian, I really don’t like going to church every week. I almost feel bad writing that. Like God might strike me down at any moment for saying that sometimes I find church boring. Sigh, now I’m going to go with Nonno on Sunday to make up for some of the sins in the post. See what I mean? Cody ruins everything. Now I’m going to have to see if I can get TJ in that same position by the fridge again. Granted, he might have been reaching for a Coke and not in for a kiss, but a girl can wish, right?

XOXO

Mila

“I’m here.” Cody’s voice was loud and brash as he burst into the bedroom.

“Cody?” I groaned as I opened my eyes, my brother’s grinning, handsome face staring down at me.


“The one and only.”

“I was sleeping.” I groaned and rolled over in the bed.

“Don’t be a brat,” he said and ruffled my hair. “Wake up.”

“Cody.” I rolled over and glared up at him. “Stop.”

“Morning, Cody,” Sally said and my jaw dropped as she sat up in the bed. Her hair was straight and silky, and her face looked like perfection. I had no idea what was going on, but that was not how Sally normally looked first thing in the morning.

“Hey, Sally.” He nodded and gave her a quick smile before turning back to me. “Mila, get up now. I need to talk to you.”

“Um. I’m still in bed, jerk face.” I rolled over and closed my eyes. “And I’m going back to sleep now.”

“Get up and put your clothes on.” He pulled the duvet off of my body. “Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes. Or I’ll find another way to get you out of bed.”

“You’re so rude,” I said huffily as I sat up and glared at him. I felt like Cody was even more insufferable as we got older. Shouldn’t we have been getting closer? Shouldn’t he have been treating me as an adult now and not a kid?

“Ten minutes, Mila,” he said as he walked to the door and then looked back to face me. “We need to talk about your salary,” he said ominously before walking out of the room.

“Why do I have the feeling that talking about my salary doesn’t mean he wants to talk about how much of a pay raise I’m going to get?” I looked at Sally and frowned.

“He didn’t even notice how silky my hair is.” She made a face. “Or the fact that I’m wearing a strawberry milkshake lipstick that makes my lips a little fuller and shiny.”

“Strawberry milkshake lipstick?” I leaned forward and stared at her lips. “I’m not going to lie, Sally, but even I wouldn’t have known you had on a strawberry milkshake lipstick. How are we supposed to know that?”