My Murderous Finale - ✔️

Chapter 17

On the car ride home I pull my phone out and debate whether to text Milo first or not. After saying fuck it, I sent him a message.

What are you up to

At the diner with the guys

Do you know how sexy you are?

I can't even think straight right now

I couldn't believe what he was saying. It had been so long since someone had said anything close to the things he did about me. For some reason, it made it easier for me to believe myself when I tried to force myself into feeling worthy. After years of only hearing otherwise, making yourself believe in who you are, gets more and more difficult. Lost in thought, I still hadn't responded when Milo texted me again.

Can I ask you something

yes

His question took longer than the other messages he sent. The driver pulled up to my house and I headed inside. The silence of my massive house was both haunting and welcoming. The quiet of this house was always comforting to me because it meant that Evan wasn't there. However, it was a haunting feeling because being alone in such a large space was incredibly saddening. The closer I came to finally leaving, the more I noticed how sterile and bland the house was. We had lived here since our first anniversary, and had never painted a single wall, hung a single picture, or made it homey in the least. Wherever I ended up in the near future would be cozy and decorated. Halfway up the staircase, my phone vibrated again.

With your whole situation, are you only comfortable doing stuff with me if were both drunk

His question actually gave me pause. Would I hang out with him without being drunk, of course. Would I still want to do more than hang out without being drunk, also yes. But the question was would I feel comfortable doing these things and I hadn't ever thought of the answer to that before this moment. I thought back on the evening and how even going to dinner with my own husband was one of the most uncomfortable things I'd done in the last few months. I didn't feel comfortable once tonight until Milo had texted me. I felt comfortable sending him a photo of myself wearing the dress that mere moments before had drawn the uncomfortable attention of an entire restaurant. I knew the answer to his question, I just needed to muster the courage to actually tell him.

Honestly..

No i'd still feel comfortable if we werent drunk

I need to see you

Everything else left my mind. I knew it shouldn't have, but Milo simply telling me that he needed to see me meant so much. It wasn't an obligation, it wasn't just something he casually wanted but it was something he needed. My presence was what he needed and the knowledge of that made my heart beat wildly in my chest.

I found myself standing in front of the mirror in my closet about to take a video to send to him. I fluffed my thick black hair then hit the video button. With a sultry smile on my lips, I slid the stringy straps of my dress off my shoulders and it slid down my naked body and onto the floor. I ran my hand through my hair and flipped it over my shoulder then stopped the video. I sent it before I could convince myself that it was a bad idea. Milo was quiet for a few minutes and I fought off any regret that crept into my mind. Finally, as I slid under the covers he responded.

You make me want things I can't have

Tell me not to come pick you up right now

Fuck it. If Evan got to do whatever he wanted, use my body to get what he wanted from people. There was no reason that I couldn't have what I wanted. And what I wanted right this moment, what I needed, was to be with Milo.

I can't do that

Drop your location Im on my way

Im not gonna get shot when I pull up am i

No lol

Don't change outta your dress

I waited anxiously by the front door. Thoughts flooded my mind telling me how wrong this is and  how I'll regret all of this in the morning. Milo pulled up far enough away from the door that if Evan watched the cameras he wouldn't be able to tell it wasn't Kellan. I left my shoes at the door and ran to the car. As soon as I opened the door and saw the smile on Milo's face, every negative thought I had disappeared. I slid into the passenger side and shut the door.

" I know I shouldn't be here," Milo said when the dome lights shut off and darkness filled the space. He reached over and grabbed my face, pulling my lips closer to his " tell me to leave right now and I won't hold it against you" he told me. I couldn't look at anything besides his lips and I closed the gap molding my lips to his. He pulled away and searched my eyes, " tell me you're sure Elliott,  Dammit, tell me you want this because, fuck, I really want this" he looked pained. I knew he'd stop this if I told him I wasn't sure if I lied and told him I didn't want this. But I was sure, I wanted this and I wanted him.

" I want this"

A smile spread broadly across Milo's face and it was beautiful. He threw the car in reverse and backed out of my driveway before spreading off into the night.