AYLA
I'd spent the entire night explaining my life in a year to Millie.
Enjoying only an hour of peaceful sleep before Millie woke me up like the building was on fire.
I glanced at the clock. 8:00 a.m.
"Christ, pumpkin. I need some sleep. Real sleep. The kind that makes me forget that scarred face devil."
"You slept for three hours already," Millie said quickly.
Three hours?
It felt like forty minutes with emotional damage.
I dragged the blanket over my face.
She yanked it down like she was unveiling a crime scene.
"We're not done talking about your sexual escapades."
I choked.
""There was no sexual escapade, Mills. It was business."
She propped herself on one elbow, eyes sparkling with pure mischief.
"So you lived with a Mafia Don for one year… and had sex with him."
Tell me this wasn't going to be my obituary headline.
"When you say it like that, it sounds illegal."
"But that's literally what happened."
"The sex was just… once," I said, avoiding her gaze.
