POV X“Sooo…what do you think?!” Millie asks in a too-hopeful way. “It’s..great..I love it” I lie rubbing the back of my neck. She rolls her beautiful eyes at me knowing I’m not being truthful but I just can’t help it. The apartment is as big as my bedroom and that’s being generous. I get it’s Los Angeles but my god…The checkered laminate flooring is trying so hard to be vintage but it’s really just giving grandma. There’s exactly one window in the living room with drapes or curtains, whatever the fuck they’re called, same shit, it’s depressing in here. And the furniture…if I vomited right now it’d be a better sight than this shit. Everything looks like an old person lived here and croaked about an hour ago and then the landlord handed Millie the keys. “What..?” She asks me looking a little less enthusiastic by my demeanor. “Hmm? Nothing baby, it’s just..” How the fuck am I going to word this…“How much are you paying for this place?” I ask instead. “Ugh, you hate it..” she p
POVMia “Hey, Millie!” I say giving her a hug. My eyes go straight to..X?I’m lost. When did they..? Whatever..I can’t even keep up with those two anymore. X’s sour ass face changes when he catches my eye, relaxing and allowing all the blood that’s rushed to his face to lighten up by the second. “Oh, hey Mia,” X says running his fingers through his dark brown hair. I give him a friendly smile, he can suck a fat one for what he did to Millie. I have jack squat of any idea about what has been happening the last couple of weeks since Steph became a housewife, I’m so out of the loop. Until I know how this fucker ended up here, he’s on my shit list…obv just in my mind though..he is my boss after all. “Sorry Mia, I just wanted to show X my apartment real quick he’s leaving now,” Millie says grabbing X by the bicep and pushing him out the door. Mhm..“Wait..what?” X asks confused. “Yeah, I’ll call you,” she says pushing him out and closing the door in his face. “Woo sorry about t
POVMillie “I’m surprised it took you this long to grill me,” I say looking over to Mia as we walk to her car. “Yeah well you looked a little distressed so I figured I’d hold off,” Mia says lightly pushing at my shoulder. “It’s been a lot lately..” I say running my fingers through my hair, only making it like four inches through before hitting a tangle halting my motion. We make it to her car and get it. It’s so overheated in here I instantly sweat. The heat of June is overwhelming but at the same time, I love it. I love the warmth of summer but at the same time, I absolutely hate the month of June. June 22nd. June 22nd is less than two weeks ago. It’s a Wednesday this year. 12 days away. It’ll be four years since I lost my role model, my guiding light, my best friend, and my one and only hand-picked by god, mother. I pray this year I don’t go into my week-long, stay in bed, don’t eat, cry myself to sleep depressive state. “Millie, you with me?” Mia asks glancing over and
POVXI can’t believe she just kicked me out like that. It was kinda fun fucking with her and watching her get all heated up to make me leave, especially since she invited me over. What can I say, I love a psycho. Was she embarrassed to be seen with me around Mia?Ahh fuck it, I got my girl back and I don’t give two shits what anyone thinks, Millie though, does. Don’t know why..but she does. When I get back to my house, everything just seems lighter, I don’t know how to describe it, it just effin does. The dark cloud that lingered over my head, over my house, and everywhere I went feels as though it has vanished and everything now seems…better? More vibrant I guess? I walk into the house and this time I don’t hate everyone’s face. Well, I don’t hate their faces as much as I did previously. When I make it upstairs to my place, I go into my office to call Marco. He picks up after a few rings. “My man,” he says through the line. “Yo, Marco, any update on a replacement? I really n
POV MillieFuck…I scoot myself back into the aisle before she sees me. I pretend to be checking out a set of porcelain plates so the other woman sharing the aisle with me doesn’t mentally question my sanity.I quietly glance over her way. Who is she with? Is that…no…Adria? I get a side profile of the girl but it’s not Adria, just some girl that resembles her, the same sleek long black hair, around the same size but not her. Thank god! I could not handle the both of them right now, not doubled up ready to chew me out and spit me back out. Not here. I wait until they’re out of sight to move out of the aisle. That was a close one..I get my groceries, looking around here and there to make sure I don’t have an awkward run-in situation with them. Luckily, by the time I make it to the check-out lane, I see them walking out of the door. I can finally relax again, that is until the cashier tells me my total. Jesus Christ, what did I even buy?! Ugh, whatever, it’s all shit I need. I
POVXIt’s now Saturday morning and I got next to no sleep last night. Marco sent me the two details about the girl that's gonna start working for me.Dani. She’s 29. And yep that’s all I know so far. When Marco and I got off the phone last night, he called her and she agreed to work for me. She’s coming by on Monday to go over shit and I guess we’ll see what happens from there. I don’t know if I should tell Millie yet or not. I mean I already have two girls that work for me, Nicoletta, previously Adria’s bff or whatever, and Jade. Can’t stand Nicoletta for obvious reasons but also can’t afford to let her go either. She’s quiet enough I guess, and hasn’t stirred up any shit in a while. Jade, Jade is a good one. Doesn’t get herself into trouble, never goes to the club, just does her job, and lives her life not bothering anyone. She’s so much to herself that I don’t even think Millie knows of her. Dani…please be like Jade. I text Julian letting him know about the newcomer and t
POVMillie Woo, okay, I look around and this place is looking a little better, a little more me. I spent all morning and early afternoon decorating and cleaning this place. I removed the dark maroon floor-length drapes from the living room window, so much brighter in here now. I set up the lamps, hung a couple of pictures, placed a few fake plants throughout the house, put the couch cover on, which was a son of a bitch to do, and put on the cute little throw pillows. It’s much more homey now. It still needs a lot of sprucing up but in time, I’ll get it all done. I’m sweating bullets from scrubbing the hell out of the floors, walls, and honestly just everything in every corner. I’m a combination of gross and concoction of cleaning solutions embedded into my hands. I need a shower before going to X’s. I undress out of my shorts and tank top in the bathroom and step into the shower. “Holy shit!” I scream out at the feel of ice-cold water. Why in the hell is the cold and hot opposi
POVMillie X walks away towards the bedroom leaving me to go back into mental overdrive again. It could be nothing, right?He comes back out, sinfully covered up with a black shirt on now. He walks over to the kitchen pulling something out of a drawer. Oh. The famous joint..“Ready?” He asks placing the joint at the top of his ear. I don’t respond I just nod and follow him out the door. We remain voiceless for the walk down to the beach. The silence is killing me but I can’t seem to form words with my seized vocal cords. X sits down on the sand and I sit beside him anxiously awaiting for what he needs to tell me. “You’re breaking up with me aren’t you?” I ask, going from seized vocal cords to on-fire ones. He quickly looks over to me with a seriously confused expression, “What?! No!” He shakes his head, “You thought this whole time I was going to break up with you?” “Well..I dunno, maybe, yeah.” I say with a lack of confidence, I mean what was I supposed to think? I always go