Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(47)

“I have something for you to read,” I said and stepped back. This was important now. She had to understand what she was getting into.

“Read?” She wrinkled her nose. “Like a book?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Like a contract.”

“Contract?”

“Yes.” I nodded my head. “Come to my room with me now. We need to talk in private.”

“I told Troy I’d bring him some coffee,” she said and shook her head. “Maybe later.”

“Yeah.” It took everything in me not to shake her for bringing up Troy again. I ran my hand up to her breast and rubbed my palm against her nipple instead. Her face reddened and I could feel her nipple growing hard as she adjusted her position against the wall. “You go and talk to him, and then you come and find me later.” I leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips and stuck my tongue into her mouth as I pinched her nipple hard and pushed myself into her even harder. She moaned slightly against my lips and I felt her hand on my back. It was then that I moved away from her. All I had wanted was to remind her of how badly she wanted me as well.

“I’ll see you later,” I said and walked to my room, slowly and confidently, knowing she was watching me as I walked away. She was probably wondering why I hadn’t tried to take things further again. She was probably feeling disappointed. I grinned as I opened my door and then walked into the room. I pulled out my phone and waited for my dad to answer.

“What’s the news, son?” he asked me abruptly and I felt a jolt of annoyance at his tone.

“It’ll happen this weekend, Dad. It’ll definitely happen this weekend,” I said and then hung up and put my phone down on the dresser. I pulled off my clothes and then walked into the bathroom. And then turned on the shower and made sure the water was cold. I stepped in and closed my eyes, willing my body not to react to the freezing cold water that rained down on me. I stood there taking my cold shower with nerves of steel and all I could think about was Mila and what was about to happen. Everything was about to change, and all I could hope was that everything went according to plan. If one thing went wrong, my whole life would be ruined.





Chapter Fifteen

Mila

March 17th, 2008

Dear Diary,

Today I found out that TJ is a millionaire. Yes, a millionaire. And yes, he himself is a millionaire. Not just his dad. His grandparents left him a whole bunch of money or something. Could life be any more unfair? He’s hot. He’s sexy. And he’s a millionaire. What chance do I have now?

Depressed and moping.

Mila

XOXO

P.S. I would love him even if he were poor and ugly.

“Hey, it’s me.” I opened the door to the bedroom and walked in. “You okay?”

“What do you think?” Sally looked up at me with red eyes, her face tinged with tears as she gave me a sorrowful look. “I just want to go home.”

“He’s a jerk. I’m sorry.” I walked over to her bed and sat down and rubbed her shoulder. “I don’t know how he could have slept with Barbie.”

“He’s a pig and she’s a whore.” Sally looked bitter. “I mean, I’m not surprised. Her breasts have been out all weekend. I wouldn’t be shocked if all three guys have hooked up with her this weekend.”


“You think so?” I bit my lower lip as my stomach churned. “That would seem really messed up.”

“It’s not like these guys are saints.” Sally’s eyes were angry. “I’m sure they don’t mind sharing.”

“I don’t think TJ would do that,” I said, my voice weak. “Though, who knows about Troy. You know him better than I do.”

“I know who better?” Sally’s eyes darted back to mine.

“Troy.”

“I don’t know Troy from Adam.” Sally sat up slightly and shook her head. “Though he has been checking out Barbie’s ass too.”

“Where did you find him?” I sighed, trying to keep my cool. I was pissed that Sally hadn’t even done any research on Troy before she’d hired him.

“Find who?” Sally’s voice was abrupt and she was starting to look like I was feeling: frustrated and angry.

“Troy,” I almost shouted. “Where did you find him and why didn’t you tell me what you were doing before he showed up?”

“What I was doing?” She blinked. “I didn’t find Troy anywhere.” Her eyes widened. “Are you saying you didn’t hire him?”

“No, I didn’t hire him. Are you saying you didn’t hire him?” My jaw dropped open and my heart started beating slowly.

“I didn’t hire him.” She shook her head slowly.

“Oh, my God,” I said with a whisper. “You’re not joking, are you? Because if you are, this isn’t funny.”

“Mila, I did not hire Troy. I have never seen that man before in my life.”

“So why did you say you’d done something for me? To go along with the Troy thing?” I said weakly, hoping she was about to burst out laughing and say, “Gotcha.”

“I created a fake Facebook profile for Troy.” She smiled weakly and shrugged. “I was going to tell you to friend him and then we could change the status to ‘in a relationship’.”