Four Week Fiance(35)

“TJ, what you asked, well–”

My lips crushed down on hers to stop her from speaking as my hand crept over her breast. My other hand moved down to her shorts to unzip them. I was going to take her in the lake. It would be fitting. And then, before I was about to fuck her, I would make her answer me and tell me yes. She’d say yes and then I would take her, in the water, in the most primal fashion. And we would become one.

“Hey, Mila.” Sally’s voice was heading towards us and I froze. “We’re getting ready to leave. You ready?”

I swore under my breath and stepped away from Mila as Sally came into focus. Her eyes narrowed at me as she stared at the two of us, and I knew that she knew what was in the contract.

“Let’s go, Mila,” she said, and I could tell she wanted to say something else. “Cody wants to tell you something before he leaves.”

“Okay.” She nodded and gave me a small smile as she headed towards her friend. “We have to go now, TJ.”

“I’m going to get your answer sooner rather than later, Mila,” I whispered as she walked past me. “And when I do, you’re not going to know what hit you.”





Chapter Eighteen

Mila

April 18th, 2011

Dear Diary,

Nonno made me promise today that I would marry for love and not for money. I told him that of course I wouldn’t marry for money. I think he was worried because Sally and I were talking about the cars we wanted to drive when we were older. I’d love a Range Rover, black, sports edition. Nonno said to me that he hopes I plan to work hard for it. I nodded, of course, but I think he heard me giggling to Sally telling her that TJ might buy me one when we start dating. I don’t know if Nonno was upset that I wanted to date TJ or that I wanted TJ to buy me a car. Which I really don’t want him to buy. I was just joking. I can buy my own car. One day. If I ever make enough money.

Mila

XOXO

“Did you talk to TJ about the contract?” Sally mouthed to me in the back seat.

“No,” I mouthed back, my eyes on the front seat to make sure TJ and Barbie weren’t paying attention to us.

“I can’t believe that he expects you to sign that,” she whispered and I nodded. “Who does he think he is?” She shook her head. “He thinks he’s some sort of god.”

“Sally.” I widened my eyes at her and put my finger to my lips. “Shh.”

“What’s going on back there?” TJ looked directly at me.

“Nothing,” I said innocently, staring back into his mesmerizing eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

“I see,” he said and turned back to the front to concentrate on his driving.

“I’m surprised you didn’t drive back with Cody,” Sally said, looking at Barbie.

“Why would I do that?” Barbie looked back with a smirk.

“Because you slept with him.” Sally gave her a venomous look.

“So?” Barbie said and she put her hand on TJ’s thigh. “I like men.”

“Cut it out, Barbie,” TJ snapped and removed her hand from his thigh. “Mila knows we aren’t dating. Though I’m pretty sure you didn’t care what she thought when you hooked up with my best friend.”

“You never cared who I hooked up with before.” She purred and looked back at me, her eyes narrowed. “Not even when we talked about me becoming a Walker.”

“What?” Sally’s voice was loud.

“Oops.” Barbie smiled and then shot a look at TJ. “We weren’t talking seriously.” She looked back at me. “I would never marry or think about marrying TJ. Way too many skeletons in his closet.”

“And what’s stuck in yours? Dicks that fell off from touching you?” Sally snapped back and I giggled.

“I’ll have to check when I get home and see if Cody’s dick is in there,” Barbie said as she fluffed her blond hair and gave us both a narrow smile. “I wouldn’t be surprised, seeing as it was in everything else of mine this weekend.”

“Enough.” TJ’s voice was cutting. “Let’s all just listen to some music and go home.”

“Yes, boss,” Barbie said in a sweet tone. “Whatever you say, big boy.” She ran her fingers all the way up his thigh and I saw her grab his package, giggle and then sit back. I felt the blood going straight to my face. I was going to slap her. If I ever saw her again, I would beat her down. She was such a bitch.

***

“Bye,” I said as I jumped out of the car. I didn’t even bother looking at TJ, I was still so pissed that he’d let Barbie touch his junk without saying a thing. Even though it had only been for a second, I still felt he should have said something. I walked to the back of the car and waited for TJ to open the trunk so that I could get my bag.

“Bye? That’s it?” TJ said as he got out of the car and walked to the trunk and stood next to me.

“Well, if you’d dropped Barbie off before me, that wouldn’t be it.” I looked away from him. “But no, you dropped off Sally, and then decided to drop me off next.”

“I’m not sleeping with Barbie, Mila.”

“Let me get my bag.” I glared at the back of his car.

“Mila, look at me.” He grabbed my face and pointed it towards him. “I dropped you off before Barbie because I need to talk to Barbie. I want to make sure she’s not trying to play Cody.”

“Oh?” I looked up at him, my heart softening.

“Really.” He nodded. “I couldn’t really do it at the house with Cody there and I couldn’t do it in the car with you and Sally, and I don’t really want to see her again after today.”

“I guess I can understand why.” I grinned at him now.

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I’m going to call you tonight.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Have you made your decision yet?” His eyes searched mine.

“No.” I shook my head. “I need to think about the contract.”

“What about it?”

“It gives you a lot of power over me and my every decision,” I said, with a frown.

“I like to be in control,” he said, his eyes not leaving mine.

“It’s only four weeks. What does it matter?”

“Is it going to be a problem?”

“There are some parts I have problems with.” I nodded.

“Mark them up and we’ll discuss them.” He kissed me again. “I’ll call you tonight, dorky.”

“Don’t call me dorky.” I glared at him, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I watched him driving away. I walked to my apartment and dumped my bags on the ground and then opened my purse again to reread his contract. I grabbed a pen from my table and sat down on the couch to read through the contract.

I looked at the first page and my heart thudded for a few seconds when I read that the contract was between “Travis James also known as TJ Walker and Mila Brookstone.” I bit down on the pen and thought about what Sally had said, wondering why TJ had just happened to be carrying a contract around with him that had both of our names on it. That meant that he’d been planning this for a while. And I’d had no clue. Absolutely no clue. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy about that or not.

My eyes scanned the contract until I got to the nitty gritty.

“The contract between TJ Walker and Mila Brookstone will last for the maximum duration of a year, not to exceed three hundred and sixty-five days. The minimum length of time for the contract is forty-five days,” I said out loud, wondering why it didn’t say four weeks like TJ had said, not that that was a huge deal to me. It was the next part that I was more concerned about.

“TJ Walker shall have full knowledge and access to all of Mila Brookstone’s legal documents, bank accounts, social media accounts and phone records for the duration of the arrangement.” I repeated that twice and then grabbed my phone. I needed to speak to Sally again. I called her number and waited for her to answer.

“You’re home?” she said, answering right away. “Alone?”

“He dropped me off first. He said he wanted to talk to Barbie.”

“Ugh, don’t talk to me about that bitch.” Sally started pissed off, and I knew I had to cut her off before we got into a long bitch session about Cody and Barbie. I felt bad for her, but I didn’t want to keep talking about my brother.

“TJ said he’s going to call me later to go over the contract. He wants me to mark up the stuff I have issues with.”

“So the whole contract, then?” Sally sounded indignant. “He sounds like a control freak and just a freak.”

“Sally!” I admonished. “We don’t know that.”

“Mila. He wants to control your life in and out of the bedroom. I mean, he wants you to start doing yoga with him and he wants you to designate a day to tantric sex techniques—like, what the fuck?”

“That’s better than whips and dungeons, though.” I laughed, though I was also puzzled about the whole tantric sex day thing as well.

“He’s building up to that,” Sally said. “Look, I know you’ve loved him forever, but I feel like this guy is trying to get you caught up in something crazy.”