She made her escape and ground her teeth together. Her mother was trying to set her up with one of her friends’ sons. And she was doing it in front of Mia’s brothers. Mia felt sorry for Jason, but it didn’t stop her from being mad. Why was Maria so determined to marry Mia off? It wasn’t like she was a burden on the family. She was financially responsible for herself and had been for the last few years. She worked hard and was taking her first steps toward her career of choice. The very last thing Mia wanted was to settle down and have a family. Okay, sure, she might like the idea of settling down with someone, but she wasn’t ready for marriage and she definitely didn’t want to be with someone who was afraid of his own shadow. She needed someone who could stand up to her brothers and her parents and not be bullied. She needed someone like Liam, who saw her worth and wanted to make sure everyone else saw her worth too. Mia shoved the flowers into one of her mother’s crystal vases and
“Mia! Mia! Get out here now!” Frankie’s loud, angry voice accompanied by heavy pounding on her door woke Mia. She groaned and rolled over, burying her head under the pillow. It was still dark and she’d only just managed to fall asleep. The very last thing she needed was a drunk Frankie on her doorstep. Hopefully, if she kept quiet enough he’d just go away. The pounding on the door came again followed closely by the pounding on the floor from Mrs. Feeney downstairs. Didn’t that woman ever sleep? Or had Frankie’s bellowing woken her? Regardless, she’d need to answer Frankie’s summons or risk being kicked out of the apartment complex. “I’m coming,” she called, throwing the sheets back and slipping her feet into slippers. She yawned as she pulled on the old flannelette shirt she used as a robe over the long t-shirt she wore as pajamas. Mia shuffled to the front door and opened it, but didn’t let Frankie in. “What the heck are you doing, moron? Trying to get me kicked out?” “If t
Frankie stormed out of the apartment, leaving her to crumple into a heap on the floor. How did this happen? Mia finally felt like her life was going in the right direction. She’d finally begun to feel like everything was coming together and the years of study and hard work were about to pay off and then this. One insecure bloody footballer who wanted to save his career more than he cared about the fallout he would create, and her life was crashing and burning before her eyes. Not to mention what damage this would do to the fledgling relationship she had with Liam. Fuck it all to hell.Mia rushed across the office floor to Liam’s closed door and knocked, not even bothering to drop her stuff at her own desk. She knew he was inside, she could practically feel his anger throb through the wooden door between them. As it was, Mia was almost fifteen minutes late to work because she’d been dodging paparazzi all morning on her way to work. It was the first time she actually wished she coul
“Carter, please let me explain,” Mia started as soon as she walked into the conference room where Carter, a stoney-faced Liam, an angry glaring Frankie, and a smug Darius waited. Mia was the last to enter the conference room thanks to the little tête-á-tête she’d had with Liam, which required a quick trip to the bathroom to fix her smudged makeup before showing her face in this meeting. Carter held his hand up to forestall Mia’s explanation. “Sit, Mia,” he said, his tone not giving anything away about how he felt about the current situation. Mia slid into her seat and tried to catch Liam’s eye but he studiously avoided her gaze. Frankie was staring daggers at Darius and Darius was scrolling through his phone ignoring everyone. “Where do I start?” Carter asked as he looked at each of them. “The blog has been gaining traction and has been getting good feedback every week. And now this.” “Carter, please let me explain. Nothing is going on between me and Darius—” “I don’t actual
Carter gave her a Cheshire cat grin. “We have designers knocking down our doors offering their services.” “What’s this year’s theme?” she asked. “Pink,” Carter grinned gleefully. “The money is going to the McGrath Foundation, specifically to their McGrath Breast Care nurses.” Mia’s mind was already running through options for Darius. The pink was only to be an accent color, so he would need to wear a white suit, but there were so many ways to introduce pink into his wardrobe. “The Playbook has an entire table,” Carter went on to say. “So that means all of you, plus the rest of the guys.” “What about dates?” Darius asked. “I can’t turn up stag.” “Well, Mia will obviously be your date,” Carter said. “Frankie, you can bring a date too, and with Peyton as Flynn’s date, that fills the table.” “Are we done here?” Liam said, standing to his feet. “Sure,” Carter said. “I’ll email you the list of designers and you can make appointments to see them this week.” Liam walked out
Yeah, he thought to himself. Why don’t you explain to Carter exactly why you’re pissed off about getting exactly what you wanted? “Increased readership, a higher profile, more money…they were the goal, right?” Carter asked, sitting in the chair opposite Liam’s desk. “Isn’t this exactly what you need to show Jonathon what a big boy you’ve grown into?” “Fuck you,” Liam retorted. “I wanted to earn Jonathon’s respect on my own terms. Instead, you’ve turned us into clickbait.” Liam stilled. “You did this, didn’t you? You had someone following Darius and Mia to what? Catch them in a compromising position?” Carter’s reply was a smug smile. “You are such a fucking arsehole. I thought you were my friend.” “I am your friend. I did this for you.” “No, you fucking did this for your own selfish interests. You screwed me over for your own agenda.” “A rising tide lifts all boats, Liam. What is good for you is good for all of us in the long run. Increased readership translates across th
“Another one please,” Mia called to a passing waitress, holding up the empty margarita jug. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Peyton asked, eyeing her friend with pity. “Nope,” she replied. “I can still remember my name…and his.” “Is this about Darius?” Peyton asked. Mia snorted. “Darius. Fucking Darius fucking Carathurs. Fuck him. This is all his fucking fault.” “That’s a lot of fucks you’re giving away there,” Peyton said, crossing her arms on the table. “Wanna talk about it?” A jug of margarita was plonked down in front of them and Mia whooped. She sloshed some into her glass and lifted it to her mouth, gulping greedily, hoping the brain froze and the alcohol would numb the pain in her heart. “Talk to me, Mia. If anyone can understand what you’re going through, it’s me.” Mia snorted into her glass causing the frozen drink to splash up on her nose. She laughed, but it wasn’t joyful. While Peyton had gone through a media storm when she start
Peyton rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you remember this?” “Um, exams?” “Oh, right. You were right in the middle of uni exams. Your brain was pretty fried, right?” Mia nodded…and regretted it. “Yeah.” Her brain had been fried and then Liam had blown her world with his magical penis. She was lucky she managed to pass any of her exams after that night. Was it any wonder she’d forgotten the drama with Jonathon? “So when did you hook up again?” “About a week after I started at The Playbook. No one knew we knew each other from before and at first, Liam pretended he didn’t know me but then he kissed me and well, one thing led to another…” “And you’ve been together all this time and you never told me?” “I couldn’t,” Mia whined. “How could I tell you I was sleeping with my boss when you’re sleeping with one of my other bosses? Liam didn’t want anyone to know we were together, he thought it would look bad at work.” Peyton scoffed. “And sneaking around l