Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 9

Unknown's POV

He looked at the invitation lying on his polished oak wood table, his secretary was staring at him, tapping her impatient foot on the linoleum floor, “Sir, you have been invited to the going away party of Alex Sorja.” She was blond and booby, with long legs and slender arms. She was wearing black all over, black dress with black Louboutins, and a diamond engagement ring.

He arched his eyebrows, “What do I get from going to Sorja’s party? When is it?” He got up from his chair and walked over to his ceiling-to-floor glass windows.

“Today, at 9pm. Well, anybody who is anybody will be there. Not to mention you could meet some hot single girls. You’ve been single for way too long.” She giggled. He turned and stared at her, his face was serious and cold, “Nobody can replace Milania, and you know that right, Pasha?” Pasha blushed, “Of course! But I mean what if you meet her here? She is famous after all!”

“Famous?” He asked stupefied. The last time he was with Milania, she was a nobody. And now all of a sudden, she was famous? “Explain.” He stared at her. Pasha walked over to his laptop, and opened Youtube, she opened a video of Milania, walking down the runway for Victoria’s Secret. She pointed at it, “See? She’s walking for VS now. Insiders say that they might make her a VS Angel.” But he was captivated by what he saw on the screen, she was beautiful, even now. She had lost more weight, and what was she doing walking for VS? He had strictly told her that her body was meant for his eyes only.

He watched carefully as her black hair flew behind her, her olive skin looking even more luscious under the lights, her lips plumped up and pouty. Those long legs… He clenched his jaws, “Milania…” his voice was hoarse with desire.

Pasha immediately sensed the change in his mood and left the cabin. She knew what could happen to her boss if he got angry and she wasn’t waiting to find out.

 She still remembered how her boss used to turn up tired a few months ago when he said that his girlfriend had supposedly run away from him in the middle of the night in New York. It seemed quite stupid and unreal to her, but now she realized that there was a fallout between Milania and him. The results, she had seen, and the aftermath of it was unfolding in front of her.

“Pasha, RSVP for me. I have a party to attend.” He called out.

“Alright!” She shouted back.

He replayed the video again and again till her image and body got imprinted in his mind. If there was even a 0.0003% chance that he could and would meet Milla at this party, he would take it. Nothing, was going to keep him from finding her now.

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Milla's POV

“WHAT?!” I shouted at Alex, “The party is today!? But babe, you haven’t even given me the time to buy a nice dress.” I smacked Alex’s ass as he walked past me to his bedroom.

“Watch the ass, Devonian.” He warned, and smiled, “Darling, I have ordered Zuhair Murad’s latest collection for you. You can choose whatever you like. I got Louboutins arranged too, the jewellery is courtesy of Chopard. I haven’t left any stone untouched.”

I followed him into the room and sat on his bed, “Alex, I can’t. But I thought you had to do some stuff here?”

Alex laughed and ran his hand through his hair, “Milla, when I say wrapped up… I didn’t mean a permanent move.” I pouted as he kissed me, “Then what?” I asked. Alex cradled me in his arms as I had started to shiver due to the blasting air, “Milla, I am putting my apartment on rent and all I had to do was renew my passport and get a visa for Spain. Plus, I had a meeting with my manager, that’s why I had to leave early in the morning today.”