Milly Alcock Boyfriend Novels & Stories

-MILA- "Milly! Is my lunch ready?" My boyfriend Lowell asked as he walked into the kitchen. I jumped, rushing away from the documents I had been peeking at. He would have a cow if he knew I was reading them. "Here you go." I handed him his lunch. He eyed the documents n the countertop, "Mila, were you reading those?" "Maybe?" He sighed, annoyed with me, "Baby, you know that's confidential." He was right, I did know that. But I didn't care. I was tired of my boring life with Lowell and I wanted some excitement.

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

"Elara, I closed a big deal tonight. Bought some prime steak. Come home early, I'll cook for you. Love you." Seeing that glaring "Love you," my stomach turned. I leaned over a trash can and dry heaved. What an actor. One second he's mourning his "disabled" first love, the next he's playing the devoted fiancé. In the past, I would have replied with joy. Now, my fingers shook as I typed a numb reply: "Busy at the gallery. Be back later." When I got back to our old apartment building in Brooklyn, the black Bentley was already parked on the corner.

"Seriously, don't let those country club snobs get to you. My life is a complete circus right now too. I'm currently hiding out here because I'm furious at my boyfriend. He's this giant, thick-skulled hockey player named Miller, and he thinks he can just ignore my texts for six hours because they're in 'heavy training lines' or whatever." My jaw literally dropped. The tissue in my hand crumpled as I stared at her in absolute, utter shock. "Wait. Miller? As in Miller, the defenseman?" Chloe paused, her coffee straw hovering near her lips as her eyes went wide. "Yeah. How do you know Miller?" "He's... he's Brayden's defensive partner on the ice," I stammered, the sheer coincidence of it making

And after a while, he wiped her face and offered his hand to me with a smile on his face, “Nice to meet you, ma’am. I am Reid Almonte, Millie’s boyfriend.” My eyes widened. “W-what?” What the hell? We are just talking about their friendship earlier, and now? He introduced himself as our daughter’s boyfriend. Take note, my daughter was just five years old. And I think Reid was seven or eight years old, based on the bracelet on his wrist that came from the school he attended. I looked at Millie who was giving me a big smile. “Millie?” She innocently looked at me. “Mom?” “What boyfriend is this young man saying?”