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“Are you sure? The other day was very…memorable. The feel of you deep in my ass has me aching for more. This one would be on the house,” blondie offered, placing her hand on her hip in what she probably thought was a sexy stance.
Deep in her ass?Mila silently mouthed the words. So this was what he preferred? Tall blondes? He had a blonde friend with no benefits, and then a blonde whore. Mila noticed his pattern.
“I appreciate the offer—” He stammered on the blonde’s name. “I’m sorry. What’s your name again?”
Mila’s eyes narrowed on the woman. Well it must not be too memorable for him if he didn’t remember your name, Mila wanted to shout out, but remained quiet. Her fingers ached to feel the handle of her glock. The murderous, jealous rage surfaced and she didn’t like it, not one bit. If she had her weapon, she would shoot blondie in the knee caps and make her ass crawl out of his office.
“Candace,” the blonde exclaimed. She dropped the duffle bag and sashayed over to where Kole leaned against the front of his desk. “But that’s okay. I can assure you that you’ll remember it after today.”
Mila’s eyes narrowed as she watched the woman run her hand down Kole’s chest and down to his cock.
“You need to go,” Kole said, his voice hard. Mila could see from her perch that his eyes went cold as he stared down at the blonde, but she was too set on jumping on his cock to notice.
“I know you’re a busy businessman, so this could be a quickie,” she murmured, her hand stroking him.
The whore would die. If she didn’t leave in the next five seconds, Mila would leave the safety of the bathroom and beat Candace to death with her bare hands.
Kole’s hand shot out, grabbing the whore by the neck, taking her by surprise. She released a gasp as Kole leaned toward her.
“This will be the last time that I ask you nicely,” he spat.
“But—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. “I fuck you when I want to fuck you. If I want you on your knees, you will fall to your knees. But now, I want you to get the fuck out of here!”
Mila watched as he shoved her back. She stumbled in her heels, but was unable to keep from falling. Mila almost felt pity for the woman. Had she not been there, the whore could have gotten fucked by Kole as she had all but begged him to do.
“But, sir—”
“Go!” Kole shouted, pointing to the door. Candace scrambled from her position on the floor, grabbed her jacket and ran out of the office as quick as her sky-high heels could carry her. If Mila didn’t know any better, she would say that the whore had tears running down her cheeks.
Mila stood still in the bathroom, unsure of what to feel. The door slammed shut and she was sure that Kole was in the office alone. This was his life, and had she not been in the bathroom, she was sure things would have went down differently.
She was being a barrier to his life.
Mila held her head up high. No man would ever cause tears to fall from her eyes. He was a single bachelor and could fuck whoever he pleased. They had only slept together once.
She would allow him to move her to safety, and then they could go their separate ways.
“Mila,” Kole called her name. She drew in a deep breath and opened the door.
* * *
Kole beatdown the anger that gripped him. He knew that Mila had seen and heard everything that transpired between him and the whore, Candace. The door drew open and out walked Mila, her entire persona changed. Her eyes were narrowed and her head was held high. He cursed under his breath.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that.” He ran a hand along his face.
“No need to be sorry.” She shook her head. “It is I who should be sorry. You were thrust into moving me, and it’s causing an interruption in your life.”
“No, it’s not. She’s just—”
“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, Kole.” A defiant look passed over her face and he knew he was losing her quick. “I get it, I really do. Thanks for the clothes,” she said as she walked over to the bag. She snatched it up from the floor and carried it back into the bathroom.
“Mila.” He stalked behind her. He wanted to explain that the fucking blonde meant nothing to him, that she was just someone who provided a service for when he needed release.
She slammed the door behind her, and Kole could hear the faint click of the lock. He growled, thinking that maybe calling Viviana wasn’t the best idea, but she knew how to keep her mouth shut, and had to give the Madame props. She knew what she was doing when she sent Candace to make extra money on top of the money he had just paid her for sending the clothes over.
“Mila,” he called out, placing his hands on the doorjamb.
