“Your pictures are all over my apartment. Not only is there visual representation, but your shit is everywhere. My room, the guest room, the bathrooms, the living room. There has been signs of a very present woman here ever since I moved in, which I’ve had to explain to…” I clear my throat again because this isn’t the conversation any man wants to have with their woman. Let alone the woman that was possessive over me even before she let me stick my dick inside of her. “…women that have been here would think that I had a wife or a girlfriend so, yeah, you’ve come up. A lot.”

“I see.” She nods. “Okay, right. I’m sorry, that makes sense,” she says, but I can see the annoyance all over her face that she can’t set Mila straight. “I’ll go back to the room.” She starts moving back to our bedroom when I grab her arm. Her head snaps back to mine and I give her a smirk. “Stay here and listen. Maybe you can’t tell her I’ve met someone, but I sure as hell will,” I tell her with a wink. I jog back to the room to grab some sweatpants and a hoodie before moving towards my front door that’s out of sight from where Gabrielle is standing.

I open the door and I’m actually shocked that Mila is still standing there, though not surprised that she’s on the phone. Her blonde hair is down and curled, falling down her back in waves. Despite the temperatures, she’s wearing a pair of leather leggings and a graphic t-shirt underneath a leather bomber jacket. Her head snaps up. “Oh my gosh! I was just about to call an Uber!” She bounces on the balls of her feet and lunges for me, wrapping her arms around me and I’m grateful she doesn’t try to kiss me. “Thank God.” She closes her phone and tries to enter the apartment past me when I hold an arm up effectively blocking her from entering.

“Mila.” I shake my head and she takes a few steps back. She cocks her head to the side and tries to look behind me before shooting her gaze back to me.

“Oh, someone’s already here…” she says and nods. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a rotation, I—”

Annoyance spikes because Gabrielle is listening to this conversation and that’s not what I need her to hear. “Not a rotation. I met someone and it’s serious.” I lean against the door jamb. “Very serious.”