Page 108 of Always You
Wiping my tears, I look at my brothers and tell them word for word what Rachel said.
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After dropping off my brothers at their house, I drive to Mila’s townhouse. Her car is parked, so I assume she is here. I knock, no answer. No answer on her cell phone. Fuck, I need to see her. I need to tell her everything. She needs to know. She deserves to know as much as it will hurt her. I’ll fight for us. We are destined to be together. She’s my person, my other half. Sophie opens the door. She frowns, lips thinned she sneers when she sees it’s me.
“What are you doing here?”
“I need to see Mila,” I snap, frustrated.
“She’s not here; she left.”
“I’ll wait until she gets back, I need to talk to her.”
“Then you’ll be waiting for… days, maybe weeks or months.”
Fuck, my heart races.
“Where is she?” I bark.
“Calm down, boy, don’t raise your voice at me. Why in the fuck do you care where she’s at?”
“Because I love her.”
She laughs. “You love her, but you cheated on her, and you left her for your snobby high-class bimbo of a fiancée, Samantha. You fucking lied to her. You betrayed her yet again. You knew what your mother did, and you lied to her.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, running my fingers through my wet hair, the rain drizzling on me as I stand in the doorway.
“Are you playing stupid or is this the act all men make playing dumb?” She studies me and rolls her blue eyes.
“Come in; you’re getting all wet, and it’s getting in my house,” Sophie growls, annoyed, fisting her hands on her hips.
“It’s fine, just, tell me where she is. I need to talk to her. What’s this all about, Samantha?”
She sighs. “Mila received a text from your number saying to meet her at your house. She went, and Samantha was there in one of your t-shirts with her ass hanging out. Samantha said you fucked her. She told Mila you two were back together and getting married, and Mila was just a fling. She handed the police report to Mila, saying, you basically used her in all this to protect your mom.”
“What a fucking bitch.” My jaw tightens. No wonder Mila’s been disregarding me. It’s not just what Rachel did, she thinks I used her. Those were her words. She thinks I left her for Samantha. I blow out a breath, recalling how Samantha took my phone to spin her web of lies. It hits me she had come to my work. She wanted to talk. I left her alone in my office. She must’ve gotten my phone when I left the room to text her and erased it. When I went back, she was gone. I have no clue how she got into my house, but I’ll be changing the locks.
Sophie stands at the door, hands on her hip with a murderess look.
“Fuck, I didn’t even know all this happened. I never slept with Samantha and I didn’t text Mila that day you’re talking about to come over to my house. So where is she?”
Her mouth twists. “She left for Manhattan. Yesterday,” she says, dryly.
My heart pulls painfully, shivering under the icy rain droplets. She left; Mila’s gone. She has no reason to stay here, too many horrible memories. I lost her again.
I pull into Samantha’s place, pissed as fuck for her audacity to break into my house and stir up lies. Mila already had enough on her plate; she didn't need to deal with Samantha's stupid, juvenile nonsense; like she did the other day at my house. The door is slightly open, so I make my way in. I hear moaning and groaning. My eyebrows perk up. I spot Samantha and some older guy, probably in his early thirty’s fucking on her sofa. She’s on him. They can’t see me. There’s a wall blocking.
My eyes turn to the kitchen table—photos scattered all over the table. I glance at each photo of Mila and Dante.What the fuck!Mila is pushing a stroller, and several pictures show her holding Dante as an infant. One picture shows Mila sitting on a park bench. She looks broken. My heart cracks. A couple of her here in San Diego at the beach with Dante. Some of us at the zoo. There's one that catches my eye.
Mila on her knees, Brian fucking her mouth.
The blood drains from my body, It’s like I slit a vein and blood is oozing out. I swallowed the rock jammed in my throat. I guess this is what it feels like to get a taste of your own medicine. It’s dated months ago. Now I know it was Samantha who sent those photos to Mila. I know what Mila felt. A stab to the chest. The only difference was that Mila wasn’t fucking drunk. I can’t be pissed at her. I hurt her. I was a man looking for revenge then… now I’m a man groveling at her feet. Why in the fuck does Samantha have all these? Recalling Rachel's words about keeping tabs on Mila. She had Samantha keep tabs on her?Fuck.Breaking their fuckfest.
“What the fuck is this, Samantha?” I bellow with fury, holding the photos up.
She jerks herself off him. “Baby, I-I…”
“Cut the shit, Samantha, why do you have pictures of Mila and my son?” My eyes glance at the naked dude. “Put some fucking clothes on. I don’t want to see your fucking pint-size dick.”
