Property Of a Millionaire

6. Property Of a Millionaire

Miles' Point of View

"So are you two fucking? Like is this something serious?" I asked Melanie and Zack as they sat down in front of me. They were across from me, holding hands looking at me confused.

"We've liked each other for years, Miles. I gave you little hints about the guy I liked," her smaller hand-squeezed Zach's larger ones, "He's been the one for me." We've been friends since the 5th grade and seeing my two best friends in love made me happy. A little jealous, but they didn't need to know that.

"If you guys are happy then so am I. I wish you both would've just told me." I sighed and rests my chin on my hands as I looked at the two lovers. Melanie ran her hand through her light brown curly hair and pushed it away from her face.

Melanie was of Spanish and Caribbean descent. She was beautiful, suntanned skin, curly brown hair, and cocoa brown eyes. As for Zack, he was really cute. Sadly, he was straight, but he was fairly attractive. Zack was African American and was super smart, like another Einstein. They were a perfect match that I guess I couldn't see.

"You're so smart but so blind to true love. You, my friend, need someone to show you the ropes." She said getting up and hugging my side. Zack ruffled my hair before kissing my cheek and walking away hand-in-hand with Melanie. She was right.

Finishing my tea, I threw away the cup and left a tip on the table for Ms. Mabel and left the coffee shop. It was a nice warm day, the trees were changing color, which was a normal thing for Indiana in the fall. I decided to drive home and pick Pom Pom up for a walk since the sun was out and the temperature was nice.

"Aren't you excited? Look at my little girl. Oh, you cutie." Her face showed no excitement but I know past her facade she was happy to leave the house. I tagged her pink leash on and opened my front door. I haven't been to the apartment since Tyler broke it off with me and I don't think I could handle going back there and seeing him.

I sighed thinking about the long four years we were with each other. I know I needed to pick up my things but maybe I could make Melanie or Zack go pick it up... yeah that sounds like a good idea. I tripped over a lifted tree stump before coming back to my senses. I took Pom Pom to a park nearby that she loved, it was filled with little kids, couples, and other dogs.

"Go have fun girl." I unhooked the leash and let her go in the side of the park where dogs are allowed to roam free. She ran behind a large golden retriever and started yapping away. I involuntarily smiled at her before finding a bench directly across from her. With my hands in my lap, I looked at one of the many couples here in the park.

"Oh fuck." What was he doing here? I looked to my left and spotted and oh so familiar black suit on the familiar Russian man.

Maximillion was playing with two little girls before his eyes found their way to me. A once-happy smile turned into a seductive smirk. Fuck, I'm dead. It was nice living in such a cruel world.

"I hope you don't come to parks alone just to watch me." He was sarcastic as always. I couldn't help but scoff at his childish behavior, it was the first time he wasn't too serious.

"Watch you? Definitely not on my agenda. Just walking with my girl." I pointed to my Pomeranian who was currently getting attention from every female nearby.

"She's a cutie, like someone I know." I looked up to him and was met with a playful stare and for some reason started stupidly blushing. He then sat down next to me and the two little girls he was playing with came running up to him.

"And these are my little girls." He hugged the two girls and tickled them. Oh, so he was a daddy?

"No, they're not biologically mine. Remember Annabelle, my sister? These are her twin daughters; Natasha and Tanya." He said pinching their chubby little cheeks. They looked about 7 years old and had a stunning resemblance to Annabelle and Max as well. Their genes are amazing.