“Nope, it’s a surprise.”
“I can’t believe I’ll be twenty-one in two weeks.”
“What time does your flight get in?”
“Eight thirty in the morning.”
“Bish, you ain’t getting no sleep during your visit because we’re partying day and night!” Mia stands and twerks in front of the camera, giving me a full view of her thong-clad buttocks.
“Please stop.”
“You’re just jelly of my big phat booty.”
“We both know I have way more in the trunk than you do.”
“Did you have to rain on my parade?” Thankfully, the butt shaking ceases, and she deposits it in the chair. “For your info, I’ve been doing five hundred squats a day.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Anyway, are you seeing Daddy Dom tonight?”
“For the hundredth time, loseDaddy.” I had no idea what the term meant until Mia educated me.
Ever since telling her the Lester and blackmailing story, she won’t relinquish this stupid moniker.
“You’re the boss,” Mia says cheekily. She agreed too easily for my liking. “I bet Sugar Daddy Dom is going to buy you something big and lavish for your b-day.”
Great. She’ll drop it if I pretend the new nickname doesn’t bother me. “I didn’t mention my birthday to him.”
“Why?”
“He’s not obligated to buy me a present.”
The last thing I want from Dom is money and gifts. He thinks all women are after him for monetary gain. My goal is to prove him wrong. It’s the reason why I kept my birthday under wraps. Avoiding sending him the wrong message is a priority to me.
“Sweetie, you’re fucking a billionaire, and turning twenty-one is a huge milestone.”
“It isn’t important to me.”
“Whatever, Ms. Goody Two-shoes.” Mia gives me the stank face she’s expertly perfected.
That’s my cue to go before her trash-talking escalates. “I need to hop in the shower.”
“Getting your kitty cat all spick-and-span for some licking and sticking.” She sticks out her tongue and goes Linda Blair inThe Exorciston me.
“Bye, Mia.” I end the video chat.
I wonder where Dom is. He left this morning and said he’d be back later, but it’s close to six now. Maybe he changed his mind. I go into the bathroom and undress. After my shower, I’ll shoot him a text. I lather myself using my favorite soap, then rinse off.
The shower curtain is snatched open, and I scream bloody murder until my eyes focus on Dom.
“You scared me to death!” I shout, twisting the valve off and stepping out of the bathtub.
He hands me my robe. “I have an early birthday surprise for you.”
“You do?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“Unfortunately, I’ll be at Lake Arrowhead on your birthday, but I’m cutting my trip short and driving home Sunday. I’ll have another surprise for you then.”
