"I didn't do it to get even," I tell him. "I did it because I wanted to."
"Don't get me started on the things I want to do to you." Miller exhales and rubs his nose against mine.
He releases me to reposition his now soft cock and straightens his shirt in the mirror.
I finish getting dressed and slide my shoes back on as Miller picks up theveryexpensive dress I was kneeling on while I gave him a blow job.
We leave the dressing room with our faces flushed and find Sasha in the open area with her arms crossed and her posture stiff.
"I can check you out over here." She extends her arm to motion at the counter with numerous bags stacked on top. Sasha goes around the back and types into an iPad-looking device. "Your total is $22,341.19."
My mouth drops open, and I brace myself on the counter.
Miller doesn't bat an eye, instead, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a card that looks identical to the one he gave me yesterday. He signs a receipt and makes it seem so fucking easy to spend twenty-fucking-grand in like twelve seconds.
"It was a pleasure working with you today," Sasha says.
I smile politely even though the idea of spending that much money kind of makes me want to vomit. I reach for the bags but Miller takes the handles and insists on carrying all of them.
He holds out his elbow, and I slide my hand under it, partially because I need him to keep me upright.
Even with the booze still running through my veins, I'm well aware of the magnitude of that purchase.
Once we're through the double doors that are held open by Alexander McQueen employees, he pauses and asks, "Anywhere else you want to go?"
"You can't be serious."
"Especially after what you just did to me in that dressing room...safe to say I'd buy you anything you wanted, Cora. Hell, I would have before that."
I pat his arm. "I think that's enough for one day, Miller."
My phone buzzes on the way back to his car and out of instinct, I check it and instantly regret doing so.
Only, this time it's not Ricardo.
It's June.
My so-called best friend.
The one who lied to me.
Who told me that Miller was gay so I wouldn't pursue him. Who keeps secrets and refuses to include me in her life even though she expects me to tell her every single detail of mine.
She's always been a withdrawn person, and I've accepted that there are things about her and the guys that I won't know, but to add that on top of her sabotaging my potential romantic happiness...it's hard to not be mad at her.
Finally, when I was coming around to the idea that I should ask her for help with my situation, I learn that she blatantly lied to meandgot Simon and the rest of the guys on board, too. It makes it hard to trust any of them. And if I can't trust them, how can I confide in them about a situation that could put all our lives on the line?
I guess that's what I get for thinking that I could ask someone else for help—a reminder from the universe that I'm on my own, that I can't rely on anyone, that I have to do this myself.
21
ALEC
Ihaven't been able to sleep the past few nights, but that isn't really a surprise, I never sleep well. Lately, though, it's been worse, because my worry for Cora has only grown.
I can't get that conversation out of my head.
The things that she said, drunk or not, don't make sense.
