Milanka steps out of the car, and I have to keep my hands at bay so they don’t touch her. All she has on is a pair of jean shorts and a white singlet top. Her long dark hair flows down in waves and all I want is to pull it while I fuck her. Fuck!

She walks up to me, looking me straight in the eye, and I wonder where all that confidence has come from. Has it always been there, and I just haven’t seen that much of it? In the bedroom, yes, she matches any man on any level. But out, she’s always fidgeted with her hands, trying to not gain attention. Well, she’s silly if she thinks she doesn’t garner any attention because, from the first time I saw her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Milanka drops her bag onto the floor outside of my office building and stands there, crossing her arms over her chest. Mistake, because it just raises her tits up and takes my eyes straight to them.

Fuck, I miss them.

“Talk. I have to go home.”

Raising my eyes to look at her, I instantly want to know what it is she’s hiding behind those green eyes. “In my office.” Reaching down, I grab her bag and begin walking before realizing she isn’t following me. “Milanka, do you need assistance?”

“Assistance?” Her eyes drop back to me as she asks.

“Do you need me to lift your sweet ass up and carry you to my office?”

She shakes her head. “Can’t whatever you have to say be said here?”

“Assistance it is then.” Dropping the bag, I stride toward her, ready for my hands to be on her, when she puts me at arm’s distance with her hands out.

“I can walk.”

Nodding my head, I turn to pick up the bag, slightly disappointed in the fact that I can’t touch her. We take the elevator and she strides to the back and away from me.

“Did you enjoy your vacation?”

“I did.”

“Do you want to go again?”

“I want to go everywhere.”

Short answers are all I am going to get, I realize that now. The door opens and she follows me to my office. Cherry is sitting out front, and she smiles sadly at Milanka as I walk in, then close the door once she comes in.

“What’s with Cherry’s sad face?”

“I think you should have a seat.”

Her hip pops out and her eyebrows raise. “No. I told you I have to go home. Now, what do you need to say?”

“Your mother was found dead this morning.”

Oh shit, that was probably not the right choice of words that I should have used. I only told her because Derrick wanted to tell her, and if at least I did it, then I wouldn’t have to kill him, just yet anyway. He was the one who told me. He couldn’t find Milanka which made me mad that he was even looking for her in the first place. Derrick knows not to go near her again. If he does, I will seal his fate, and it will be worse than death. Because he doesn’t deserve her. Neither do I, but I want her more. And the fact I know she wants me doesn’t help my cause because that means I will always win. Even when I shouldn’t.

My hand reaches up to touch her shoulder to comfort her, and she revolts like my touch could harm her somehow. Which I would never do. I’m not him, and never will be. Her green eyes look up at me and I wonder if she will cry.

“How do you know?”

I knew this question was coming, and I’ve thought of a hundred different answers, but the truth slips from my lips first. “Derrick.”

Her eyes go wide, then she nods her head like she knew the answer anyway. “How did she die?”

“Alcohol… drugs.” She was passed out when he found her. Derrick’s whole plan with her mother never worked out. He wanted to weasel his way back into her life and use her mother as the bait to catch the mouse, but she was smart enough not to get caught. Now it makes me wonder what else he will do now he doesn’t have her to use and abuse, because last time he took Milanka from me, it sent me into a rage of anger and panic.

“I should bury her,” she mumbles, reaching for her cell in her pocket with shaky hands.

“I’ve sorted it all already.”

She pauses when she looks at me, going stock still. “You sorted it? Like it was your responsibility? I’m not your toy, Connick. Don’t think I’m yours, because we have both made it clear that it can’t work. We want two different things. So stop all your sorting shit and buying shit. I’m not a hooker or a floozy you can impress with your riches.” She rolls her eyes. “Just fucking stop it.” Milanka’s anger seeps from her and her body shakes with it. Even though she’s right to be angry at me, I still want to touch her, even more so now.

“Stop the buying,” I say, more to myself, with a nod of my head as I step toward her. She nods hers as well.

“Stop it all,” she whispers.

“Stop it all,” I repeat back to her, confirming her words. I touch her shoulders, bringing her to my arms. She doesn’t move when I have her, then she starts to relax and her body molds to mine just like it did every other time we’ve touched. I kiss her shoulder, and her hands start clinging to my shirt. Then I keep on kissing her shoulder, making my way up to her neck, waiting for her to stop me when I drag my lips painfully slow. Her hands start moving and soon she’s lifting my shirt, pulling it from my pants and sliding her hands along my stomach.

My hands start doing the same and before I know it, she’s pulled away from me, and is removing her shirt then her bra. I don’t waste any time following her, removing all my clothes just as quickly. The moment we’re both naked, I take her in and never want to look at another woman the way I look at her. Never want to see another naked woman if I can only see her.

She takes a step toward me but there’s something different in her eyes when she does, they seem closed off, avoiding any emotion, much like our first time together.

I wonder if this is what she does to those strangers she used to sleep with. Block herself off so they can’t see in?

As of right now, all I see is a seductress and not a single ounce of Milanka. And even knowing I should do the right thing and tell her to stop and say no, I don’t. I touch her the moment she touches me, hard, with my hands on her hips. She starts to crawl to me like the lioness she is in bed. She rubs herself on me, and I can’t do anything but take it because I don’t want to scare her. But I also don’t like this side of her, this void of emotion, lost and empty vessel she portrays.

Usually, she’s open and trying to dig deeper. Now all she wants is my body, and who am I to refuse her? One hand tangles in her hair, my lips graze across her skin, and my other hand is on her hip, pulling her even closer to me, more than humanly possible. I can’t get enough of her. Milanka’s nails begin digging into my skin, and the moment my hand leaves her hair to grip her ass, she’s climbing me, making it even easier as I lift her. She wastes no time, and because I’m ready as fuck from the moment I saw her, she slides down on my cock and starts moving, giving me not one moment to catch my breath. Her hands are wrapped around my neck and my hands are still holding her up, her legs wrap tightly around my waist as she moves. The small noises that leave her mouth make me snap out of the confusion of need and makes me lift her and take back control of the situation, gripping her ass and taking command.

Milanka tries to overpower me and keeps on moving faster, but now I have the control, shifting her to my own will, up and down, slow and sensual. She bites my shoulder making me pause, then takes the control back straight away, up and down, fast and hard.

We both come minutes later, and the moment she does, her eyes go back to normal and she drops down and pulls away from me, turning and reaching for her clothes, then starts dressing fast.

“Milanka…”

She pauses as she puts on her shirt, then turns away quickly while finishing getting dressed.

“I’m not one of those men, Milanka.”

The words that come next shock me, as she walks out the door. “You are to me now.”

She doesn’t even slam the door. Milanka just walks out like it was nothing and I’m nothing to her.

Did I do that to us? Should I have kept us at a longer length?

I didn’t want to and still don’t, but now I’m not sure I want this side of her either. The void side, because it’s not her, it’s her mask. The second my pants are on, the door to my office flies open and my hopes vanish at the sight of Cherry standing there. She sees it in my face and I turn to walk straight back to my desk.

“What did you do?” she asks.

I know she cares but right now I don’t want to talk. “Go away, Cherry.”

“What did you do, Connick? That girl looked like she fought a battle and lost a part of herself while she was doing it.” Her words ring true because that was what had just happened. Except, I don’t think she lost a part of her, I’m pretty sure she stole a part of me.

“I don’t fucking know anymore.” My shirt is still on the floor and so is her bag. She didn’t pick it up when she left. All she took were the clothes on her back.

“Well, you better fucking work it out. Was it her mother? Was she upset about her?” Shaking my head, because I don’t really know, I stand there. “Fine. Maybe give her some time.” She walks out, slamming the door, the same way I expected Milanka to. Leaving me with questions on my mind, and wondering what the fuck I’m meant to do now.

Do I chase Milanka?

Do I leave her be?

Who the fuck knows.

Is there someone that does?

Because I want their fucking number as soon as possible.