She froze, glancing back at me with wide eyes. "Sir?
I didn't let her go, my hold tight but not hard. "Don't go," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, almost an entreaty. "Just. stay."
Millie's eyes widened in surprise. "Stay? Why? I need to call Jayjay."
I was at a loss for words for a moment.
I was the one who'd shut down the talk, who'd pushed her away.
But standing here now, I really wasn't prepared for any of this. Not yet.
Maybe never.
"I don't know," I said, the words escaping before I could censor myself. "I just. I need you to stay."
Millie just stared at me, her face softening into something I had never quite seen before, something almost gentle.
She let out a small sigh, shaking her head as if she couldn't quite believe what she was doing.
<MILLIE POV I walk down the busy streets of Los Angeles trying to get to work before Cassie has my head sitting pretty on her desk, watering my tendrils every morning. Wasn't just ready to receive taunts and remarks about my choice of clothes, brand of shoes and how I look like a trash lunch lady on a gloomy summer morning, type of lip gloss I wore and whatever nonsense that she spews out from those brains of hers. It is a mystery how she got this job, well apart from her dad’s connections. Her brain is literally the size of a pea in a pod. By 1am, she sent an email about this impromptu meeting which is to be held by 11 am this morning. I went bananas when I woke up to the notification by 10:35. Like who does that!! I thought beauty queens value their night sleep more than chocolates. How the hell does she expect me to be awake by 1am after the workload she dumped on me. Heck! I slept by the foot of the kitchen door because I was too tired to drag my ass to the bed.I rounded the
MILLE POV“Those are our targets. The affluent. The rich. Don't want some middle-class lady or peasant using my product as a body cream. Or use it to fry some eggs because they can't have the patient to wait for it to work. The rich will invest in it because in the long run they will still look young like me”. Cassie smiled, giving a twirl for everyone to see. Her short mini skirt bounced with her.I wonder if she still feels that this is high school or sophomore.“And there you have it…. our loss”. Eva, a bursty, dark-hair girl with deep brown eyes. Button nose and pale pink lips spoke up. Oh! My best friend too.“Excuse me”“Your product is failing Cassie. It's our loss. You don't value any other person's opinion if it doesn't align with how you feel. You don't listen to anyone's idea or pitch. Alec just made a good suggestion. Millie gave a good pitch on the first day but you didn't even let her finish. Stacy gave a good face cover and ideas on how to promote the product. But no,
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MILLIE’S POVLife kicks you in the teeth, then it has you laughing while you're bleeding from your gums. Yeah, well, that's where I'm at, right to the edge of the world, clinging with what little I got left, smiling all the while for Jay, my boy, my heart. The courts are breathing down my neck, all set to snatch him away from me, but I damn sure am not gonna let them see me break. Not in front of him.Jay has got all his Legos all over the floor, building something—a spaceship or a castle or something. I don't know.I just sit there watching him, so focused, with his little tongue poking out the corner of his mouth like he is the king of the world.To me, he is my king, my baby boy, the only good thing in this rotten, godforsaken mess."Mommy, see! I made a dragon!" Jay's eyes shine, and for a moment, everything—all the crap swirling around us—just goes away. I forget the lawyers, the social workers, the stone-cold-eyed judge who thinks he knows better than me what my son needs.I
MILLIE'S POVI was woken up by the loud alarm I sent on my phone. The clock on my phone seemed to blink at me as if it knew how late I was running with each stride out of my shoebox apartment. Already five minutes behind schedule, my anxiety made it feel like lead in my feet.Fingers fumbled with keys while I locked the house,"Fuck! "I swore under my breath at that cab screeching into position.I quickly got in and settled in the backseat."Where to?" he asked, eyeing me in his rearview mirror."Just get me to the restaurant,” I said, tossing a few crumpled bills onto the seat. It wasn't nearly enough, but I had no choice. "And step on it. I'm already late."He nodded, and the cab lurched forward down into the morning traffic, honking here and there.I was a mass of anxiety inside my head. Cassie would kill me if I was late, not to mention I had to collect her damn coffee.Ah, well, the coffee definitely ranked last in my thoughts right then.The cab finally pulled up outside the r
MILLIE'S POVI sat perched on the edge of my bumpy bed and stared at the wall like all the answers were on it.Again late, but I really didn't care. My mind strayed to Jay, as my mind has for days now—to my baby boy, sweet little guy who did not have any idea his whole world was about to turn upside down.I wouldn't lose him—but, damn, it felt like everything was stacked against me.I gripped the thin blanket, causing my knuckles to turn white as I tried to calm my racing heart. I had to figure this out. I had to.They can't take my baby away from me.Fuck why is life so unfair…The lawyer's papers, on the bed beside me, reminded me of what all this had to do with.It was the kind of sick joke where everyone else laughed and you stood there unable to do anything.