Page 33 of For the Lover in You
"Yeah?"
"Can you?—"
Before she finished, Mila vomited all over herself.
"Oh, shit!"
I swerved onto the side of the road and jumped out. I ran to Mila's side, opening the door for her to continue throwing up. I rubbed her back while she continued emptying out the popcorn and wine in her stomach.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Houston," she said between dry heaving.
"Don't apologize. Just let it all out."
Mila continued to throw up for another minute until her belly was empty. She was now covered in her own vomit. She laid her head back on the chair and sighed.
"I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I just did that."
"It's okay. It happens."
"I'm a mess," she whined, looking down at her vomit-covered clothes.
"Look, I've got a townhouse up here. You can go there and get cleaned up."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's nothing."
She hesitated but then agreed to my offer. I ran back to my side of the car, texting the group chat to let them know what had happened. These guys let me know they'd inform the ladies and worry about the food.
Five minutes later, we arrived in front of the townhouse. I looked over at Mila, and she had her eyes closed and was snoring softly. She had a look of peace on her face.
"Mila, Mila?"
She stirred in her sleep but didn't open her eyes. Instead of trying again, I got out of the car and made my way to the passenger side. I lifted her out of the car and carried her bridal style. I carefully took the steps and rang the doorbell. I waited a few seconds before the door opened.
"Trey, what the hell is this? Who are you bringing to my house?"
"Mama, let me in and stop with all of them questions."
She rolled her eyes and stepped to the side. I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you, little lady."
She sucked her teeth. "Is that throw up I smell? Trey, what the hell is going on?"
"Mama, this is my employee, Mila."
"Employee?" she screeched. "What kind of people are you hiring down there?"
"Mama, can you get her cleaned up? She's drunk and threw up all over herself."
"Trey..."
I sighed. "Mama, please. I can't leave her like this. She's already going through a lot."
My mother's eyes bounced between Mila and me. It was like she was trying to see if there was more going on.
"I'll get her cleaned up, but afterward, you're going to tell me what is going on."
