"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
Judging by the title of this chapter, what do you think will never happen? (Hint: it's Millie saying it 🥹)
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30 Minutes Earlier
"And you're sure, Millie?"
"I am." I smiled, clicking through the financial spreadsheet. "We'll have enough to cover an advance and the marketing for his book next year."
"This is great! Oh, I'm so proud of you. It's only been a few days and you're already on the way to getting things under control."
It had only been five days since we landed in New York and four days since Costa gave me permission to spend more time here. My plans had already helped me prepare well in advance for the rest of the year so we could adjust our budgeting. "Thank you, Lucy. I just-"
"Costa!"
Who in the fuck?
"Costa!" The same feminine voice screeched from downstairs causing me to frown.
"Uh...can I call you back later, Lucy? I think someone's at the-"
"Costa!"
"-door." Whoever this bitch is, she's dying today.
"Yeah. Of course." With that I quickly ended the Zoom call, rushing out of my room and down the stairs.
I choose to take some meetings at home for one fucking evening and this is what happens.
My approaching footsteps had the tall, slender blonde woman turning around to face me.
She was stunning.
Her long blonde hair fell in silky waves. Her body was proportioned perfectly with an hourglass figure to die for. And her face...apart from the glare, she was beautiful.
"Who are you?" Her strong New York accent came through as she stepped forward, watching me descend the stairs.
"Don't you think I should be asking you that? You just stormed in here screaming down the-"
"I was told to come here. Where is Costa?" She pulled out her phone as if she never really wanted an answer from me.
"I don't know. Why don't you call him again?" I suggested, leaning against the couch in the middle of the open plan area. Bitterness seeped into my tone at the fact he'd call over one of his whores so openly.
So we're not talking for two days and he does this? For what? To prove a point?
"Hm." She hit dial, bringing the phone to her ear. Apparently no one answered the phone because a few seconds later she decided to give me her attention again.
"So, who are you?" She was looking at me like I was the trash that someone forgot to take out.
"We just had this conversation." I snapped but all she did was frown. I guess I'll go first. "Costa's my hu-"
