DOMINIC
We were inside one of the hotel rooms. This was another one of my businesses. It wasn't in my name though. I had used Jason and Mila's names, coined together to form it.
MAISON MJ Holdings.
I wanted Mila to have full responsibility for it, but only when she came of age.
"And why do you think I'll be willing to tell you anything?" Olivia asked. She slipped out of my jacket, the one I had given her to cover herself, and sat on the edge of the queen sized bed, her legs spread, golden hair spilling between her thighs.
My jaw clenched as I saw far too much. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Of course, Olivia was a beautiful woman. Her body was something any man would still die over, not just me.
My lips curled in disgust and I looked away, fixing my gaze on the mirror that made up the bed's headboard.
I studied my reflection, then let my eyes drift to the white painted walls, and finally to the chandelier, whose golden light bathed the room.
