Page 78 of Unscripted with Mila

She turned and walked away.

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MILA

I was out for a walk when Nick called me. I sat on a nearby bench and answered the call, happy to hear his voice.

“Hi.”

“Hey, Shortcake.”

“How’s it going?”

“The worst is over.” He chuckled. “We have two more scenes Amber wants for today. But my friend called, and he has everything arranged for tonight if you still want to have dinner with me.”

“You have the time?”

“Yeah, tomorrow is another early call, but I have tonight.”

“I’d love to go out to dinner with you.” I glanced toward the hotel. “What about your friends?”

“I have a plan. I’ll pick you up at seven, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

“Wear something pretty, Mila. And leave your hair down. I love it when you wear your hair down.”

I shivered at the possessive tone in his voice.

“Okay.”

I hung up and headed back to the hotel. I opened the closet, staring between the lovely dress Cami picked out and the pretty yellow one I had bought. I heard a knock on my door, and I called out to Andi to come in. I carried both dresses with me.

“Which should I wear tonight…” I trailed off at the sight of MJ standing in my hotel room, looking around with a sneer on her face. I had left the door ajar for Andi, not expecting anyone else.

Our eyes met, hers cold and unfeeling. I tried not to show my discomfort and instead straightened my shoulders.

“MJ,” I said coolly, pleased my voice didn’t tremble. “Andi’s not here. Neither is Nick.”

“I didn’t come to see either of them.” She flicked her fingers at the dresses in my hand. “Date with Nicky boy? He’s going all out to impress you, isn’t he?”

“What can I do for you?” I asked, draping the dresses over the sofa.

“I came to give you a piece of friendly advice.”

I had to laugh. “I doubt anything you do is considered friendly, MJ. Especially when it comes to me.”

“Nicky’s on a high right now. You’re his newest obsession. His”—she rolled her eyes—“light. Once he gets over the high and realizes everything is the same, he’ll be done with you.”

“Everything is the same?” I questioned.

“He thinks he can beat the disease. Find a cure. You make him feel good. So right now, that cure is you.”

I frowned. “I disagree with you. I think Nick accepts his condition and is simply trying to fit his life around it. I don’t think he thinks of me as a cure.”

“Look, Mia—”

“Mila,” I corrected.