Still Insane

Mia's POV

Dylan is still a horrible person; well, it's not like I expected him to be a changed man or anything by now, but how could he act all familiar and cosy with me like we're long-time friends? Okay, maybe we were, but not anymore. Not after what he did to me.

I'm only here to do my job, and when I'm done with that, we'll go our separate ways again. This is all about business so I'll just have to do my best to put up with him for as long as we're working together. I keep having this feeling he's going to be unnecessarily difficult, but that's fine; I came prepared for his bullshit.

I was more than exhausted by the time I got back to the hotel room Dylan's " assistant" kindly arranged for me; I could bet anything he was fucking her secretly, though, but I don't care; that's the kind of man he is. I just hope she doesn't make the same mistake I made.

I groaned as I threw myself into the bed. Another day, another stuck-up, arrogant client. This has been my life since I graduated but I can't give up. I have to get to the top no matter what. I'm almost there and fixing Mr Scott's image is the boost I need for my career. I'm sure I can handle him, I know I can. He tried so hard to hide it, but I could see that I had some effect on him, so I can work with that.

I had to make him a better man as soon as possible, like the man I knew before he left me. For the next two weeks, I'll have to be with him every and anywhere, that's the only way this could work. I can't risk leaving him alone to mess up in front of the world.

"I can do this.", I reassured myself as I took off my clothes so I could have a quick bath. A few minutes later, I was done with my bath; while drying my hair, the hotel phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Mia darling! How did it go? Are you in? Did he agree to work with us...I mean you." My co-worker asked, completely catching me off guard

I sighed and replied to her calmly," Everything went smoothly, Dominique."

"Really? He's agreed to everything stated in the contract?"

"We're getting there". It's not like he has a choice anyway.

"I know you're great at what you do but Mr Scott is a tough-"

I scoffed. "Yeah, no shit. I know he's a tough guy, but I've dealt with a lot of men like him, so don't worry. I'm going to bed now, Goodnight." I put the phone down before she could respond.

I was about to start my skincare when the phone rang again. Why the hell is she being so paranoid about this?

I answered, "Please let me rest tonight. I know how to deal with Mr Scott."

"You know how to deal with me, Mia?"

I gasped, you have to be kidding me. "What is it? Why on earth are you calling me by this time, Mr Scott?"

"Am I not supposed to be in contact with you, Mia? I mean, Miss Jason? We might be working together for a while soon."

I scoffed. "We might? We're going to work together, sir, because whether you want to admit it or not, you need me, Mr Scott."

He sighed. "I'm not denying the fact that I need you Miss Jason, but for us to work well together, I need you to stop acting like we're strangers when we practically know everything about each other."

"We are strangers, Mr Scott. Don't get any funny ideas; this is strictly business, and you do not know anything about me."

"Well, I know you're in a cute pyjama set right now, getting ready to do your skincare routine before you go to bed. I also happen to know you had a bath a few minutes ago, and damn, your nipples looked more rosier than I remember."

I gasped and shook my head in disgust and disbelief. "How the hell? Did you set up cameras in this room Mr Scott? I should've known. Why did I agree to be sponsored by your company?"

"You don't have to look so disgusted, Mia," he laughed, "I've seen every part of you before; I'm just admiring the way you look now. I remember every inch of you, how soft your ass is, how pink and tight your pretty pussy is-"

"What the fuck? Dylan. Can you just stop acting like this already? You're a freaking Billionaire, not a sex-deprived teenage kid."

"So now you remember my first name?" he laughed, "Relax, babe, I'm just getting started with you." he laughed again. Asshole. I've had enough of his nonsense so I hung up on him without replying.

As I expected, the phone rang again almost immediately. After the third ring, he left a voicemail.

"Mia. If you don't pick up the fucking phone, I'm going to find my way to your hotel room and there's nothing you're going to do or say to send me away. So stop being a bitch and call me back right now!"

Okay, it's official. He's insane as fuck.

It's better to deal with him on the phone than have him in here with me, so I picked up the phone and dialled his number quickly. He picked up almost immediately and I said," What the fuck is your problem? Why are you trying to mess with me?"

"I wasn't trying to mess with you before but now, I think I should."

"Dylan, for Christ's sake. Please just leave me alone tonight. I'm more than stressed and I just don't want to deal with whatever it is you're trying to do."

"You can rest with me. Open your door right now or I'm going to do that myself. I have the key anyway." He hung up.