That was different with Mila, though. I didn’t know why. I didn’t want to think about it too hard. She was just someone who’d been in my life for a long time and that was why it affected me differently. She was an innocent, not used to the games of men. I was going slowly, treading carefully because I cared about her feelings. I was still a bastard, though. If I weren’t, I never would have taken her in the first place.
“Close your eyes,” I said as I dropped down to my knees and pulled my pants down. My hands slid up in front of her and grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples as I positioned her in front of me. My right hand fell from her breast and I guided my hardness inside of her. I could feel her quivering on me and it only made me grow harder. To know I had this power over her . . . that I could make her body come for me . . . that I could make her want me more than she’d ever wanted anything before. This was power. This was greatness.
“TJ,” she screamed out as I pounded into her, hard, leaving nothing to chance. I slid in and out of her, guiding my cock as if commanding a great naval fleet. I stared out at the night sky as I felt her coming hard, screaming out my name, and as I felt myself withdraw from her and spurt onto the roof, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt, with my pride. This wasn’t what it was about. This wasn’t a moment to be proud of, though I couldn’t stop myself from grinning down at her as she beamed up at me. My lips were smiling, but my eyes and heart felt dead. I had no idea what I was doing here, to her. All I knew was that I was in over my head.
Chapter Two
Mila
“Which one?” I held up two dresses to Sally and frowned as she looked at them with an unimpressed expression on her face. “Too dowdy?”
“Not if you’re going to Sunday school,” she said, even-faced. “And you’re teaching it. And you’re the priest’s wife.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” I rolled my eyes at her. “I don’t know what to wear. This is the first time I’ll be meeting the board of directors and the major shareholders. I don’t want to let TJ down.”
“I thought you met them already?”
“I met the board of directors, but not the shareholders as well.” I sighed. “This is the first really, really important party. I’ll be left alone. People will be asking me questions, judging me.” I made a face. “I just don’t want to let TJ down.”
“Ask me if I care if you let TJ down.” She pursed her lips and then smiled, a slow, totally innocent-looking smile. “I will help you pick a dress though.”
“Hmm, what’s the catch?” I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at her devious-looking face.
“What catch?” She grinned.
“Well, why are you so eager to help if you think TJ is a douchebag?”
“Just because I think he’s a douche, doesn’t mean you do.” She shrugged. “Plus, I want you to look so sexy tonight that he’s not going to want to keep his hands off of you, but he’ll have to because this is a party with business associates.”
“You’re totally devious.” I laughed at her. “But I like it. However, it can’t be too sexy. Nothing that says I’m a hooker or a high-class escort.”
“What about low-class escort?”
“Sally.” I glared at her.
“Just joking.” She giggled and headed to my closet. “Okay, let me see what you have in here.” She rifled through my dresses and then looked at me. “I don’t suppose he’ll give you a credit card for a new dress?”
“He already gave me one.” I made a face and sighed. “My wardrobe sucks, doesn’t it?”
“He offered you a credit card?” Sally’s eyes lit up. “To buy whatever you want?”
“I guess.” I shrugged. “I didn’t take it.”
“You didn’t take it?” Her eyes widened. “What are you? Dumb?”
“No, I already told you I don’t want to give anyone any reason to think I’m a paid escort or whore.”
“Who is ‘anyone’, Mila?” Sally shook her head. “Get that card and let’s go shopping.”
“Sally,” I groaned.
“What?” She pulled out a flowery sundress. “Do you want to wear this or your slutty black Lycra dress that you got for the clubs?”
“Neither,” I sighed.
“Exactly.” She hung the dress back up. “You don’t have a wardrobe for expensive dinners with millionaires. And tonight you need a dress that’s going to wow the socks off of him. Tonight you have to give TJ a taste of his own medicine.”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t have one either.” She shrugged and then looked away. “And I most probably will never need one, either.”
“Why not?” I said in my perfunctory way, though I already knew the answer would have something to do with her not having a boyfriend.
“Because I’ll never be invited to those dinners,” she said sorrowfully.
“Why not?” I asked and then continued. “Is it because you’re going to be single forever?”
“Mila!” She glared at me.
“What?” I reached over and touched her shoulder. “You’re not going to be single forever because my brother is a whore.”
“How is he, by the way?” she asked softly, her eyes searching mine. I wasn’t sure how to answer. Did I tell her that Cody had asked me about her twice now? Did I tell her that a part of me had a feeling that maybe Cody did like her, possibly? I didn’t know what to do. She was my best friend, and as much as I wanted to make this better, I didn’t know what to do or say. I loved her like a sister and I didn’t want my brother to be the one to ruin our friendship forever, if he turned out to not like her or to like her and then cheat on her or something else crazy like that.
“I’m not sure.” I shrugged and gave her a wry smile. “He’s not really talking to me.” I rolled my eyes.
“Why?” She looked at me with an expression of hope, as if she hoped that his reason for being so cold to me was due to the fact that she was my best friend and he wanted her.
“He said and I quote, ‘you scarred me by sleeping with TJ. I’m not sure how I didn’t lose it and rip you out of the bed, but I think shock stopped me. You should be thanking your lucky stars.’ Ugh.” I made a face at her. “He needs to just get over it.”
“That is a big thing for him to witness, though.” Sally laughed. “I mean, it’s not every day you see your little sister boinking your best friend.”
“True, ha-ha.” I sighed. “I sure don’t want to see him boinking anyone.”
“Not even your best friend?” Sally gave me a look and laughed slightly. She ran her hands through her hair and then sighed. “Why is this such a mess? I wish I could just not like him. I don’t want to feel this way.”
“I’m sorry.” I reached my arms out to her. “I hate that you’re feeling this way.”
“It’s fine.” She made a face as I gave her a quick hug. “It’s just what I get for falling for a guy who has never shown any interest in me.”
“He has shown an interest.” I stumbled over my words, trying to find a balance in telling my friend that she wasn’t a fool, but not wanting to lead her on to thinking that he was interested. “But he’s a player. I don’t know how he’s getting women because he sucks, but he’s just not the ‘settling down’ type.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Sally’s voice caught and I leaned back and looked into her eyes.
“You okay?” I asked, concerned by the tone in her voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She gave me a big smile, but I could see her eyes were still sad and looked wet.
“Oh, Sally.” I stared at her. “You’re not okay.”
“I’m fine,” she said, her lips trembling as she looked at me. “I feel like a fool, Mila.”
“You’re not a fool.”
“I thought he liked me. I thought he was the one.” Tears rolled gently from her eyes as she looked at me. “I thought he was my soul mate and that he just had to figure it out. I thought that deep inside he wanted me and he was waiting for the right moment.”
“You never know,” I said softly, not knowing what to say. I knew all too well what she was feeling. It was the same way I was feeling about TJ. My heart sank for the both of us, though I knew it would be selfish of me to bring up my fears and concerns regarding TJ in that moment.
“He doesn’t give a shit about me.” She wiped her eyes and laughed manically. “He fucked another girl while I was there. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. I don’t mean anything to him.”
“Oh, Sally.” I bit down on my lower lip, hating Cody for putting Sally through this.
“It’s fine,” she said again, maybe trying to convince herself. She took a deep breath. “I’m just PMS-ing.” She made a face. “I’ll be fine. It’s not like we dated and he dumped me. We had nothing. Absolutely nothing. It’s not his problem I liked him and was hoping for more.”