Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Fuck!” The curse is par for the course, at this point. I get what she is saying, but I don't fucking like it.
“My suggestion, Mr. Porter, is to start from the beginning and make it count.” Her parting words before she hangs up lead me to believe she has spoken to her in the last few hours, and she knows of our agreement. Dumb ass. I am such a dumbass.
I turn and look at my bed, back in my room and the red spot, proving to me she was here and that her innocence was breached by me, makes my cock hard and angry. “Damn it!” My phone is going off and I know it is work. I just…I don’t care. I might be a dumbass, but she still belongs to me. I will give her time, but only so much. Eventually, she will be back in my arms and bed, where she belongs.
chapter seven
Millicent
“No, Gladis. I don’t want to see him again,” I say, elated that he’s asked her about me. What is wrong with me? I’m thankful she let me stay at her house, but it’s just temporary. Changing my number was impulsive, but what’s done is done.
“Alright, darling. I told him I’d relay the message. Now tell me what happened.” Her patient voice is soothing to my raw nerves. I know I did this shit to myself, but it still hurts.
I tell Gladis, my friend, not Gladis the matchmaker, everything that happened last night. She listens to me quietly, letting me get it all out. It comes out jumbled but she doesn’t ask me any questions, used to the over-excited way I explain things.
“And then I left,” I finish, begging myself not to start crying again, but it’s no use. Tears well up in my eyes and spill over. Love is ridiculous, love at first sight is even freaking worse.
“Oh Millie, you’re an idiot,” she says bluntly.
“Excuse me?” I ask indignantly, but I know she’s not wrong.
“Look, I’m a professional, but that man has got it bad for you. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.”
“Our one night was perfect as it was,” I say.
“I’m sure it was, but do you really want to deprive yourself of a lifetime of nights like that, for what? A misguided sense that you don’t deserve him.”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“Love is the most complicated thing there is. It’s also the thing that makes life worth living.”
“I know you’re right, but I can’t right now. I need to talk to my parents. He’ll move on. Men like him always do,” I say, but even as I say that, it sounds wrong. My heart breaks a little bit more. Soon, there will be nothing left.
Later that night, I walk into my house, catching my parents at dinner. I sit down with them but decline to eat, having eaten at Gladis and Henry’s. I do take the glass of white wine Molly hands me.
“Thank you,” I tell her. “You look better, Mama.”
“I feel so much better,” she says taking a bite of her soup.
“I’m glad. We need to talk.”
“You’re not marrying Connor Forsythe are you?” Daddy asks.
“I’m not.”
“I caught him in the janitor’s closet at work yesterday with one of my undersecretaries.”
“I’m honestly not surprised by that,” I say.
“I should have listened to you.”
“Well, I may have been harsh with the pimping out thing, but I stand by everything else I said. He would have made my life miserable on top of making me a laughingstock in the industry. Speaking of, I’m a grown woman now. There needs to be some changes in my job description to reflect that.”
“Changes?”
“I don’t want to do children’s programming anymore. I want to work exclusively on romance.” I pull my briefcase up onto the table and pull out two presentation packets, sliding one to each of them. “I have tons of ideas, including a separate division called Amour. The television shows and movies we produce under the Amour banner are designed for the romantic at heart. The programming is to be controlled solely by me and Mama. This is what I want to do, and I know it will bring Huxley Productions up from the number five slot.” Daddy looks over the materials, not saying anything. I look over at Mama, she’s beaming at me. After a few minutes, I can’t take the silence. “What do you think, Daddy?”
“Have you selected a script to produce? We need an example to show the board that this will be lucrative.”
“I have,” I say reaching into my briefcase again and pulling out a script for The Duke’s Wife, a period drama. It’s smutty goodness that will light up the big screen. Period dramas are so in right now. I loved the book and when I saw the author was selling a script for it, I bought it, using my own money.