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Mila
Mila
“Liam!” I shouted.
But he kept on walking. When the door closed behind him, I grabbed a pillow from the couch and hurled it.
It didn’t go very far.
It also didn’t make much noise when it fell uselessly to the ground.
Annoyed with myself, I grabbed the pillow and tossed it back onto the couch before moving over to the door. I grabbed the doorknob, but in the end, I let it go and turned around, my back braced against the smooth wooden surface behind me.
Liam and I had just gotten back together two days ago, and we’d already had what was probably our first major fight.
Long after the door closed behind him, I resisted the urge to go after him.
I already felt trapped,confinedinside the walls of this bungalow. Without him being there, it made it worse.
The temporary space Millie had given me for living quarters wasnotsmall, not by any stretch of the imagination. It was one of the presidential suites, almost identical to the one I’d been using since I moved to the island. With broad, airy rooms and a wide patio that opened out into a terraced garden, the bungalow was luxurious, spacious, and beautiful.
I might as well have been trapped inside a closet. It was like the walls were closing in around me.
I understood that Liam was worried.
I got that.
And I knew Millie was worried too.
It wasn’t like I was unfazed by what had happened.
I definitely wanted to know what was going on. It was unsettling as hell to think that somebody had been in my place, gone through my stuff, touched my things.
“Stop thinking about it for a while,” I told myself, going to the fridge and opening it. It had already been stocked, and I smiled when I saw a bottle of my favorite wine chilling inside. Millie hadn’t lost her touch.
A glass of wine would chill me out, I figured, so I poured a glass and sipped at it as I restlessly paced the bungalow. Outside, the lights of the resort beckoned me, and I turned my back on them.
I didn’t want to go to the main building and fraternize or play the genial hostess. I was pissed and upset and lonely.
Where was Liam?
How long would he be gone?
I eyed the phone, tempted to pick it up and call Liam, ask him to come back here.
But what was I supposed to say?
I didn’t want him to know how nervous I was, how scared I was. That would only make him get more overprotective.
Draining the first glass of wine, I poured a second. There was a fleeting thought that maybe I should eat something – it was well into the evening hours now, and all I’d had at lunch was a salad.
But the idea of eating anything made my stomach twist.
Retreating to the couch with my glass of wine, I curled up into the corner and reached for the remote. For a while, I sat there and sipped wine and tried to watch TV, but the fight with Liam kept pressing in on my mind. Why couldn’t he understand where I was coming from? He’d all but admitted that he wouldn’t be changing anything if he was in my position. Why was it okay for him and not me?
The fact that I had breasts and a vagina instead of testicles and a cock was probably pretty high on the list, and it pissed me off.
