Page 35 of For the Lover in You
"Nah. I'm just me helping a person out. That's it."
"Hmm... if you say so. I can't wait to say I told you so."
She stood on her feet.
"Oh, you got jokes, huh?" I replied, laughing.
"Nah, just facts, baby boy." She walked off to the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts.
I pulled out my phone to avoid thinking about Mila upstairs, but I failed. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I hadn't stopped since the day I gave her the job. It was something about her energy that was a magnetic pull. Most men ran away from a woman like Mila. She came with baggage, but it was baggage that I didn't mind carrying for her.
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Mila
My eyes rapidly fluttered as I tried to open them. I scanned the room, realizing I was in an unfamiliar place. Panic set in, causing me to pop up. That was when I realized I wasn't wearing anything besides a muumuu. Everything was a blur. I remembered leaving with Trey to get pizza, and that was it. I frantically looked around the room. The space was clean and didn't give a hidden lair vibe, but I still wasn't taking any chances. I lifted the muumuu to make sure that I still had on panties. Once confirmed, I paced the floor, trying my best to remember what happened.
My instincts kicked in. I hiked up the gown and ran to the door. My goal was to find the front door and beeline to the nearest safest location. As soon as I opened the door, I ran smack into something hard, causing me to fall backward, but an arm wrapped around my waist caught me from falling.
"Whoa, Mila, you good?"
The familiar voice caused me to spring my eyes open. I instantly locked eyes with Tremaine, and he looked concerned.
"Where the hell am I? Where are my clothes? Did you kidnap me? Help! Help!" I rushed out.
"Mila, calm down. Why are you screaming for help?"
I jumped out of his arms. "Because I don't have memory of anything. I don't know where the hell I'm at, and my clothes are different!"
He raised his eyebrow.
"I know it looks bad, but you threw up all over yourself, then passed out. I brought you here to get cleaned up and to clean your clothes."
"I did what?" I asked, shocked by my actions.
He nodded. "Yeah, it was a lot. There was no way I could let you sit in your own vomit like that."
"You—I'm sorry," I apologized, lowering my head.
I shook my head, embarrassed at myself. I couldn't believe I had done all of that.
"Don't be sorry," he assured me. "I'm not judging you. You were having a fun night that ended up with you getting sick. It's nice to see you letting your hair down and getting loose. You're not as mean and boring as I thought."
My mouth fell open, and I playfully slapped his arm. "Don't tease me."
We stood in silence for a while. I did the best I could to avoid making eye contact with Tremaine. His taking good care of me tugged at me in ways I hadn't felt in a while. It was a taboo feeling.
"Did I mess up your car?" I asked.
He nodded. "It's cool, though. I already cleaned it up."
"Damn, you can take it out of my paycheck, I swear."
He shook his head. "I won't."
"At least let me make this up to you in some way."
He fanned me off. "I don't do favors for favors. I do it because I want to. I'm not asking you to make anything up to me, but onething you can do is pop on over to that bathroom and use the spare toothbrush I got laid out for you."
