Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(36)

I shook my head as I stood there. She had more spunk than I’d remembered as a child. She’d always been a precocious and beautiful kid, but she’d always seemed so shy and innocent. It had made me uncomfortable the way she’d gaze at me all doe-eyed and full of love as a teenager. Not that I’d been interested. There were too many college girls. And too many older women to deal with and learn from.

It wasn’t until she’d turned 18 and was heading out to college that I’d really noticed her. It had been at the lake house and she’d been wearing a figure-hugging dress and her long blond hair had been hanging down her back, and she’d been laughing and dancing around to something. And I’d looked over at her and she’d given me a long, lazy, carefree smile, her eyes half-closed and her hands in the air as she’d moved slowly and sensually to the song in her head. I can still remember the way that I’d felt when I’d watched her, and later that night when I kissed her, I hadn't been able to stop myself.


I would have tried to move further if it weren’t for the innocent look in her eyes and the fact that she is Cody’s little sister. And as much as Cody bossed her around and acted like she was a pain in his ass, he loved her more than anything. I wasn’t sure if Mila knew how much of his actions towards her were because he was so protective of her. I knew that Cody would have killed me if I’d made a move on his teenage sister. He probably would still kill me if I made a move, but that didn’t bother me as much now. Now that I knew that she was older and could make up her own mind. And now that she made me so crazy inside that I just wanted to reach out and grab her and make her mine. No, now was different. There were things I’d risk for the opportunity to be with Mila.

“TJ, are you there? You haven’t answered anything I’ve just asked you.” My dad sounded pissed, which was his normal expression outside of the public eye. Pissed or annoyed or angry were the emotions that best described him. Though of course, to the public, he put on a casual, easy, relaxed demeanor. It was better for business for him to just appear as the handsome, nonchalant, happy-go-lucky playboy that the media liked to portray him as.

“I’m here,” I said shortly. I heard light giggling from the hall and I walked to the door to look outside. I saw Mila with Troy standing at the corner, whispering about something and Mila was looking up at him with glee in her eyes. The glee that should have been reserved for me. I watched as Troy reached over and ran his fingers through her hair; okay, that might have been an exaggeration. His touch was momentary and it seemed as if he were picking something off of her. My hand clenched on the phone as I stared at them. I could hear my dad still talking, but I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. I watched as Troy and Mila walked down the hallway past my door and I gave Troy a death stare, though he wasn’t paying attention to me. Mila looked up and gave me a coy smile as she passed by, her eyes seemingly mocking me, and I could feel my palm itching to give her a good spanking. That would show her to just walk past me with another man and think she had one up on me. If she only knew the things I was capable of. I watched her hips swaying as they rounded the corner, and I smiled to myself as I thought about the look she’d have on her face if I bent her across my lap and spanked her lightly and then fingered her. I’d roll her over so that I could see her eyes rolling and her lips quivering as I brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fingers.

“TJ, get this done and don’t f*ck it up,” my dad barked into the phone. I hung up, muttering under my breath, “You’d better believe I’m going to f*ck it up, Dad.” I smiled to myself as I headed to the living room. I was going to f*ck it up as hard as I could.





Chapter Eleven

Mila

December 28th, 2009

Dear Diary,

I know what perfection is. Well, I guess that’s not correct. I know what bliss is. True and complete bliss. I was sitting in my room, listening to music on my iPod, feeling quite sorry for myself. TJ and Cody had gone on two double dates and Mom and Dad banned me from watching TV because they said I watch too many reality shows. Whatever! Anyways, there I was, lying on my bed, humming along to Boyz II Men and Coolio, and guess who walked into my room? You got it! My future husband, the wonderful magnificent gorgeous Adonis that is Travis James Walker. He just walked in, sat on my bed, grabbed one of my earphones and put it into his ear. He started grinning as he stared at me and listened to the song. To be honest, I can’t even remember what song I’d been listening to. All I can remember is his gorgeous green eyes as they gazed at me and I could see that he’d been working out because his biceps were so buff. I sat up so that my earphones wouldn’t break and then all of a sudden we both started rapping to the song that was playing. I didn’t even know I knew all the words and I was shocked he knew the words. It was just a perfect moment. We just sat there rapping together and giggling and then we kinda moved back on the bed swaying in time to the beat. I could almost cry it was so perfect. And then Cody had to come and ruin it because that’s who he is. The ruiner of all my dreams. Anyways, thought I had to let you know right away. Bliss is rapping to LL Cool J or whoever with TJ Walker on the bed, rubbing shoulders. The only way it could have been better is if he would have kissed me, but then I might just have died.

Mila

XOXO

“I can’t believe that I am going to play truth or dare with my sister.” Cody looked totally disgusted as we all sat around the campfire that TJ and he had set up just minutes before. “Who persuaded me to do this?”