I Want Him

Chapter Fourteen

Mila's P.O.V

What if I don't want to choose

The words echoed off my lips

Christian doesn't look too pleased with my answer. He was about to open his mouth to say something when my mother walked in. "I thought you were gonna-", her words trailed off. She looked at how I was being starred at and went into lioness mode. "Is there a problem you two gentlemen have with my daughter?", she asked. Both men were shocked to see an exact duplicate of the woman they've grown fond of. "Um ma'am-", Dorian started. "Shut up boy.", Mother said. I cracked a smile while holding in a laugh. I shouldn't be laughing at a moment like this but I can't help it. That was vintage Morgan.   I felt someone grab my hand. Christian. "Look, we've spent a lot of time playing cat and mouse lately, and I would be lying if I said I caught feelings. But I can't help but think of what we can become once we stop playing games. I know you think the same thing because your eyes say so. I'm not saying we gone get married or anything, but I would like to give us a try.", Christian is letting out the truth about how he feels and I honestly like that. I like him a lot and this proves that I have good judgment. However he was once a playboy, how do I know that his fascination isn't temporary. On the other hand I have Dorian, the one I went to the altar with, that counts for something right? Wrong! We never walked out hand in hand, I walked out that church on my own in tears. But I can't help but think of what could've happened. If it wasn't for my sister we might've had children by now. At least three. But she did happen and that's not how bout life turned out.

"Look, as far as I'm concerned I'm single. You two confronting me doesn't change anything. If you want to claim as your own then earn me. I'm not just some girl, I have self worth and can take care of myself.", I say honestly. I'm not about to be put on the spot to make a choice that I don't feel like making. I'm allowed to date whoever I want when I want, I don't need anyone's permission. My parents raised me already.

I lead both men to the door. Christian stalled while Dorian got in car and made his exit. I guess I do owe him some k u nd of explanation, in all fairness I did give Dorian one.

"Look Christian, I'm so-", I was cut off by his lips. Our tongues found each other and our hands caressed each other. He grabbed my ass with both hands, making me yelp in his mouth. He backs me against the door, closing it in the process. He feels good on me, and I know I feel good on him. He moves his hands up my shirt and undo my bra. Our lips separate and I take in some fresh air. "I'm not letting you slip from my fingers so easily.", he finally says. "I don't want this to be a competition. I just want to find a good man in one of you.", I explain. "I play for keeps baby. Don't let my lifestyle fool you, everything is not as it seems. He had his chance to have you and he failed. Don't make the same mistake twice. I'll play it your way though.", he says. Christian goes in for another kiss but before he can a nacho is placed between our lips. "Well don't just stare at it, eat it.", Mom said. Before we could protest she shoved it into Christian's mouth. "Is there anything else you want to put your lips on before the door hits you on the way out?", she said sounding annoyed. Christian quickly went behind me and left out the door. At least there's not a vase following him out the door. "And you Ms. Fast Ass can come and eat.", she added. I wanted to roll my eyes but decided against it. I'm still grown.

I manage to convince my mom to come with me to this screening, and once we found a dress for her to wear it made all the more easier for her to say yes.

The screening is for the horror film I starred in. I think this is one of my best performances. Although I don't see why we had to got all dressed up. We only watching a movie. Our seats are up top and my mom grabbed a big bucket of popcorn. "I hope you survived in this movie.", she whispers to me. "You'll just have to wait a see.", I answer. My mom is the kind of person that wants you to tell the movie. She always wants to prepare herself for what's about to happen next. Which is why I always preferred to watch a movie that was new to the both of us growing up. The movie's opening scene starts to play. "Oh, who's the cute guy?", she asks. So the questions begin. "They'll show you during the end credits.", I say. I lean back in my seat, keeping my eyes on the movie. With all the hard work we put into this movie I hope it's Grammy worthy. My phone vibrates in my purse. I quickly pull it out to see I've received a text message.
Christian: I wanna see you
Me: I can't right now.
Christian: Meet me at the lake
Me: Which one and what time.
Christian: Closest to your house. 10 o'clock.
Me: I'll be there.