POV Stephanie As soon as Millie leaves for the day I rush out the door to go back to the mansion. She’s completely clueless about what went down last night in the penthouse. Julian had been texting me all night and into the early hours of the morning with god-awful updates. I hardly got any sleep with the information I was receiving. If Millie knew that they lost X for a minute she would be beside herself, honestly, I kind of am but I keep that to myself, I need to be strong for everyone around me. I type in the entrance gate code and park Mia’s car in her usual spot. I practically run to the elevator to get to Julian and X. When I reach the black penthouse door I knock impatiently dying to see them. Julian opens the door and I run into his arms embracing him in a long comforting hug. “I’m so sorry Julian,” I say while stroking the back of his head. “I’m just happy you’re finally here babe, I really need you,” he says and it breaks my heart that I couldn’t be there for him
POV Millie I arrive at the office just after nine, I stopped at a resale shop on my way in. It was a weird morning, I feel like Steph has been avoiding me. Women though, we do weird things when we’re PMSing. I brought in some small green plants, some landscape photos for the wall, and some cute pen holders. This should make the office look a little less…sad. I set up some of the things, already significantly better in here. My phone dings on the dark wood desk. I retrieve it and it’s Nick. How’s the decorating going? Everything pink already? I chuckle at the message. Me: Ha. Ha. No, I reconsidered last minute. Nick: Thank you god Me: How’s the document signing going? Nick: It’s so much fun, equivalent to pink. I laugh out loud. Me: I’m really missing out then huh?Nick: For sure. Would’ve been black coffee to me if you were here. Oh shit..what do I even say to that? Me: Sure..Nick: Guess we’ll never know will we? Me: I guess not Ugh, why does this feel so wrong? I me
POV Millie I get back to the hotel around 5 pm after meeting up with Chase. I was hoping to get things off my mind but it backfired on me. I’m happy for Chase, I’m happy that he and Jessie have been seeing each other but it makes me feel envious at the same time. I couldn’t care less that Chase is seeing someone else, I care that everyone else in the world seems to be having a thriving relationship with someone and then there’s me. I need my girls to get me out of this rut I’m in. Ten minutes later Steph comes walking through the door looking exhausted. “You good?” I ask her. “Hmm? Yeah. I’m great, why?” She asks. “You look like a zombie right now Steph,” I say. “Gee thanks, Mills,” she says rolling her eyes. I laugh, “That’s not what I meant.” “Yeah, yeah.” She says.“The girls should be here any minute, Mia can’t come tonight she’s on a date,” Steph says. “What?! With who?” I ask all excited but feeling sorry for myself at the same time. “I don’t know, some guy from onl
POV XAs I lay in my bed, darkness is falling in the sky, darkness is falling on me. I’m in physical and mental pain. My throat hurts and my mouth is so dry, it hurts to swallow down water, it’s almost not even worth it to try. Julian hasn’t left the penthouse all day and although I am grateful for him, I want him to just leave already. I’m brought back to that thought of serenity I felt, I want it back. I now know what it was, I was gone. I didn’t mean to overdose, but god damn in a way I wish I didn’t wake up to this life again. I’m feeling lost, I lost Millie, I lost the mother I hoped for my whole life was a good person and was just scared of this harsh life in the mansion, but no, she left me for selfish reasons. I don’t know what the hell I'm doing with my business anymore and I can’t seem to get a grip on anything. For a minute I had no worries, no pain, no problems. I will never attempt to achieve that feeling on my own again but it’s something I'm currently longing fo
POVJulian I don’t even make it halfway down the hall when I hear things from X’s room breaking. I expected this. I wanted to be the one to tell him because word travels fast in this house, half the house already knows about his overdose but no one is stupid enough to approach him, even if it were words of encouragement. X is a defensive person, he doesn’t want anyone taking pity on him and he doesn’t do well with kind words. X thrives off of the negative, he turns it into a challenge. X’s dad formed him this way, just as mine did but my dad had a percentage more of a heart than X’s. We were taught from adolescence to not let people in, to conceal our feelings and weaknesses, and to hide who we are as a person. In this business, you’re a lethal robot. Millie is breaking X away from that and he’s struggling beyond belief with it. I don’t trust X to have found this information out from someone else, he’s irrational when he’s upset, he doesn’t know how to handle when things are out o
POVMillie I’m starting to feel bad about my outbursts of the evening. The tension in the suite is dense and it’s all because of me. I try to salvage the night by suggesting The Bachelor. They of course are down to watch but Steph is nonexistent, still in her room.I really get to thinking while we watch an episode, all of these women fighting for one man. What makes him so special? Sure, he’s handsome but when it comes down to it is he really worth it? Other than his good looks, which one of these girls is actually going to see him? To love him, to pick him up when he falls and pick her up in that same manner? When all is said and done, every single one of these girls but one will have their heart broken by this man. Why put yourself through that? All for the chance that he might choose you?And the one. The one that wins him over, what happens after that? He just dated dozens of women, made connections with them, had intimate moments with them while you were tucked warm in your b
POV Millie It’s now Friday morning and I dread having to go into work today to see Nick. I curl my hair, brushing it out after it’s set. I do my makeup in neutral tones so it doesn’t look like I’m trying to dress up for him today. I walk out of the bedroom ready to go but still have a little time before I have to leave. I make myself a hot coffee. I don’t add anything in, I take a sip of the black coffee. “Yeah, no, not happening..” I say to myself with a scrunched face. I grab the French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge, adding more than usual to dissipate the gross plain black coffee I had to force down my throat. “So much better,” I say to myself with a smile. “Are you having a conversation with yourself mills?” Steph asks coming out of her room. I laugh, “maybe…” “Whatcha guys talking about?” She asks with a grin. “Coffee,” I say proudly. “Well can Millie 1, ask Millie 2 to make me a cup while she’s at it?” Steph asks sitting on a barstool. “They say yes,” I sa
POV Millie Saturday morning. Tonight is my date with Nick that I completely regret initiating. It’s just one date, if it goes south he’ll be leaving in two days anyway. I’m so not ready for any of this, I haven’t gone on a real date with someone in a while and it’s nerve-wracking. I sit at the table in the suite drinking my morning coffee, not black, but with plenty of French vanilla creamer when Steph comes strolling out of the room like a hot mess with her hair everywhere and yesterday's makeup in all the wrong places. She wasn’t home when I got home yesterday but I heard her stroll in late last night. “Tonight’s the night huh?” She asks in a sleepy voice. “Yeah…do you think you can call me in sick for it?” I ask humorously. “No baby girl, you did this to yourself, now you gotta follow through, no saving you tonight.” She says through a yawn and tapping the top of my head. “So where were you all last night?” I ask her. She grins widely. “At my new place..” she says with a
POV Millie 6 months later “Ow!” I screech out. “Well if you’d just hold still!” X says looking up at me. “Are you sure you’ve tattooed someone before and I’m not the first?” I ask starting to regret my decision. He keeps his gaze on me and shakes his head in disbelief, “I’ve done this before baby, I’ve tattooed Julian plenty of times.”“Seriously? Julian? That’s not making me feel any better,” I say shaking my head back at him. He laughs, “I’m hurt you don’t trust me.” “Oh, whatever,” I roll my eyes at him and he gets back to work on my arm. The past six months have been quite life-changing but also in a good way. Julian proposed to Steph last month. I swear I question his mindset sometimes. He pulled another psychopath role-play scenario scaring her to death. “Marry me or I’ll kill you” I mean c’mon Julian…she’s been traumatized after walking in on me drenched in blood that day. My mind goes back to that day. It was a beautiful disaster. Stone worked overtime cleaning the
POVMillie & X XAs soon as the words fall from Stephanie’s mouth that Millie is in trouble I book it out of the door. I practically fly down the stairs, holding onto the railing for support but jumping four stairs at a time. Time is of the essence, every second that passes is a second closer to Millie’s death. I don’t know Dani’s motive here but I can only assume the worst. I’m finally on the third level of the house, sprinting through the hall. I hear Stephanie and Julian behind me, gasping for air as they try to keep up for Millie’s sake. A thunderous bang fills my ears and my heart plummets immediately. A gunshot. I want to fall to my fucking knees and die. “No!” Stephanie cries out but continues running behind. “309! It’s 309!” Stephanie sobs breathlessly. 312, 311, 310, 309! I instantaneously slide my master keycard in the door. “Fuck, hurry up!” I scream out kicking the door. Fucks sake an eternity later the green light appears. I hastily open the door barging thro
POVMillie I tell Steph I need some pain relievers for an oncoming headache but really, my nervousness has gotten the better of me. In the past two weeks, X has been a madman in his office for more hours than not. I’m not entirely sure what is going on or if it’s just investigating the incident from two weeks prior. Sure, I told him I thought it was Dani that one day but I chose not to press the issue after, for now at least. I roam the hall for a few minutes, something in my gut is feeling…off? I feel the presence of someone behind me, I go to turn around but I’m pushed against the wall, hard. “Don’t. say. A. Word” a husky voice from behind me demands. Fear strikes me within. Could this be X role-playing the way Julian and Steph did? Something tells me no though. I know X’s touch, his scent, his body and this is not it, it’s not him. The fear creeps over every inch of my body and into terror. I’m forced to move my legs to a black door and I’m slammed against it facing forward
POVX“Ah, what the fuck man,” Julian complains as I hit yet another solid ball into the pocket. I smirk his way taking all the glory as I’m currently kicking his ass in pool. “Gimme the lighter,” I say with my hand open towards his way. He hands me the red Bic lighter. I spark it up and light up my joint, take a hard hit, and hand the joint to Julian. “Good shit,” I say and then blow the smoke out in his face. “Fuck you, bro,” he says as it goes straight into his eyes. Oops. “Shoot your shot already,” I badger him.I sit on the crocodile brown leather bar stool and lean forward to watch him miss the shot. “Calm your tits,” he says concentrating on the yellow-striped ball. “Fuck yeah!” He yells out, dammit he got it. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I lean myself backward to reach inside the pocket of my black jeans to retrieve it. My spine stiffen from the text from an unknown number. +34 85601-1337You fucked up X. Now you’re going to pay. Blood will be shed Who the
POV Stephanie I bring my computer to life, type in my password, and open up the browser to search for morning flights. “Do you think everything is okay?” Millie asks me laced with suspicion. “Yeah mills, don’t worry this isn’t unusual,” I remark calmly. “Okay,” she balls her hands into a fist on her lap. She notably looks uncomfortable as I go to work and it’s distracting me. “I think I’m getting a bit of a headache, do you mind if I grab some ibuprofen from your room?” She asks rubbing her head. “Oh yeah for sure,” I say handing her my keycard and she gets up stepping out of the office. Okay, now I can actually concentrate. I click on various flights, Julian didn’t say anything about a return flight so I choose a one-way ticket until advised otherwise. I book them their usual hotel rooms for three nights, once again, I can adjust it at any time. I text Julian that they have a flight booked for 9:30 tomorrow morning. I close my computer down, turn off my office light, and
POV Millie It’s been an extremely interesting last couple of days. I sit on X’s lap wrapped in a light blanket on the balcony while we watch Julian and Slim risk their lives lighting off fireworks, the real Fourth of July. Although I hold my breath every time they bring a flame to the firecracker, the beauty of the lights over the ocean almost makes it worth one of them losing an arm. I snuggle into X’s hard warm body, wishing to be cocooned into him forever. I’m a lot more at peace now, X sat me down and explained his talk with Dani which I appreciate him doing. She’s still on my shit list though and I promise she’ll pay. …It’s Friday evening and It’s been two weeks since the Fourth of July. I’m physically and mentally in a better place but I of course still have my moments. X and I have been in a much better place as well since our brawl that one night. “Oh my gosh, you guys! We need to discuss chapter 23!” Mia says fanning her face. Oh yeah, somehow in the past two week
POVXI pull Dani outside of the door and close it behind me. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration towards Millie. I don’t know what that shit was but this is obviously not working out right now. “Dani, look,” I start off as she looks up at me expectantly. “Millie is not okay right now and I apologize,” I say trying to be nice. “Look, X, it’s fine. She’s hurting right now and she needs someone to blame, it’s okay, I understand it and I’m not taking it personally,” she says being mature about the whole situation. “Thank you, but like I said, she’s not okay. Something about you is triggering her. She may be out of line right now but she is my main priority. I’m not firing you but I need you to stay away from me. As for work goes, I need you to go to Julian for everything. As for a friend, I like you as a person I really do but I need you to not text me anymore or come here unannounced or at all for that matter. Millie is my main focus and I need to respect her feelings,
POVMillie I’m awoken by a knock at X’s door. X is still sleeping, miles away from me may I add. He was incredibly sweet to take care of me, holding me in the shower, dressing me, and sleeping next to me when I knew he didn’t really want to do any of it but he still did. For me. “X” I gently shake him awake. “What?” He grumbles out. “Someone is at the door,” I say. “Ugh!” He grunts, “stay here I’ll be right back.”He yawns and sleepily sits on the edge of the bed running his fingers through his hair and walks out of the bedroom. I rub my eyes and grab my phone from the nightstand, five o’clock?! My god that’s the longest I’ve slept in days, I really needed that. I have a text from Steph How are you feeling? Let me know if I can bring anything up for you. Do you need a spicy novel? Also, how’d the conversation with X go? That was two hours ago. Hey! Sorry I fell asleep. I’m feeling fine. We haven’t talked yet because we fell asleep. I might need some new yoga pants in a bit
POVXI’m on my tenth set of pull-ups, sweat glistening my entire body. My hair is drenched and pissing me off as it falls to my eyebrows, constantly needing to be pushed back. I’m trying to channel my rage without alcohol and working out is the only way I know how. I’ve been in my gym for two hours now, Julian joined for forty five minutes and then dipped like a weakling. I’m on my sixth rep when my phone vibrates and lights up with a notification. I finish my pull-ups, wipe myself off with a towel, gulp down some water and check my phone. Millie. I can’t do this right now. I do fifty push ups before I decide to text Millie back so I don’t lose my shit on her. She wants to talk tomorrow, I just don’t think I have it in me to face her yet. I don’t respond to her requests because it’s something I need to sleep on. We’ll see how I feel about it later. I do a few sets of Russian twists before I decide to end my workout for the night. I leave the gym dripping sweating, patting mys