Read Online Born to be Bad (International Bad Boys Book 3) by Carol Marinelli - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Carol Marinelli
Ads: Link
thought for sex he would. “Please.”
“I can’t tonight,” Milly said, and walked off.
She wanted to be angry at him, but she was more angry at herself because of how badly she wanted to pick up the card and go to his room just for the bliss of another night with him.
He was such a bastard though, just so arrogant, Milly thought as she locked up the drinks fridge and cupboards on the stroke of nine pm.
She couldn’t ask Simon to go home early again, so she started setting up for breakfasts as the guests started to leave, including Roman.
It was agony.
Milly knew he was in hell tonight.
She was actually crying as she laid out the cutlery and trying not to let Simon see.
Tonight was the last night that they would be here together. Tonight Roman needed her. She could end her money problems here and now, throw herself into the role of Desdemona, be with the man she loved for one more night . . .
“Someone left their swipe card . . . ” Simon commented.
“I’ll take it down to reception on my way out,” Milly said and went to take it from him.
“Oh, no, you won’t,” Simon said as realisation hit. “This is where Roman was sitting.”
“Simon, please. He’s checking out, I won’t see him again.”
“So you’ll whore yourself out to him tonight? No way will I let you.” He went to the desk and took some scissors from the drawer and cut the card into two and tossed it into the bin. “Milly . . . ” Simon said, as she put on her coat and finally she gave into the tears. “You’d regret it tomorrow.”
“I know that I would.” Milly nodded. “You’re right.”
She took the elevator down when she wanted to go up. She walked through the dark streets and dragged herself home, when she wanted to turn and run to Roman.
Yes, she was being virtuous and good and not lowering herself to his level again.
Yet, she had seen the pain in his eyes and all Milly knew was the truth.
Tonight, she had failed him.
Chapter Eight
T here were too many hours in the day without Roman in any of them.
On her days off, Milly threw herself into rehearsals and there were costume fittings to slot in, between visiting her mum, and it should have been busy and it was, yet there were still too many hours in the day.
She kept waiting for the moment when she would realise that an hour had gone by without Roman entering her thoughts.
It never came.
She kept wishing a night would pass when she didn’t dream of him.
It didn’t happen.
Or a morning when she didn’t wake with regret for not going again to him.
That never happened too.
“The costumes are beautiful,” Milly told her mum one afternoon as she did her mother’s hair. “The one for my final scene . . . ”
“Where he kills you?” Catherine checked, and Milly smiled. Sometimes her mother didn’t know where she was, or what day of the week it was, but the days when she was lucid, Milly treasured.
“It’s white, it’s supposed to be a nightgown but to show her virtue it’s more like a wedding gown. Oh, mum, it’s gorgeous. I can’t believe I’m having these stunning costumes designed for me to wear them!”
“Will I be able to see you?” Catherine asked and Milly nodded.
“I’ve already spoken to the nurses and one of them can come with you to watch me.”
“You’re not happy though,” Catherine commented and Milly’s hand paused, mid stroke of the brush.
“Of course I am.”
“Milly?”
“I met someone,” Milly admitted. “He means an awful lot more to me than I do to him.”
“Maybe not.”
Milly smiled, she could throw away her mother’s rollers for ever if she told her mother, because it would certainly make her hair curl if she knew what Milly had been up to that night, and that she was still regretting that she hadn’t gone to him again.
Nothing took away the memory of Roman.
Lying in the bath, trying to brace herself to go to work that evening, she would have preferred a night spent at home,
“I can’t tonight,” Milly said, and walked off.
She wanted to be angry at him, but she was more angry at herself because of how badly she wanted to pick up the card and go to his room just for the bliss of another night with him.
He was such a bastard though, just so arrogant, Milly thought as she locked up the drinks fridge and cupboards on the stroke of nine pm.
She couldn’t ask Simon to go home early again, so she started setting up for breakfasts as the guests started to leave, including Roman.
It was agony.
Milly knew he was in hell tonight.
She was actually crying as she laid out the cutlery and trying not to let Simon see.
Tonight was the last night that they would be here together. Tonight Roman needed her. She could end her money problems here and now, throw herself into the role of Desdemona, be with the man she loved for one more night . . .
“Someone left their swipe card . . . ” Simon commented.
“I’ll take it down to reception on my way out,” Milly said and went to take it from him.
“Oh, no, you won’t,” Simon said as realisation hit. “This is where Roman was sitting.”
“Simon, please. He’s checking out, I won’t see him again.”
“So you’ll whore yourself out to him tonight? No way will I let you.” He went to the desk and took some scissors from the drawer and cut the card into two and tossed it into the bin. “Milly . . . ” Simon said, as she put on her coat and finally she gave into the tears. “You’d regret it tomorrow.”
“I know that I would.” Milly nodded. “You’re right.”
She took the elevator down when she wanted to go up. She walked through the dark streets and dragged herself home, when she wanted to turn and run to Roman.
Yes, she was being virtuous and good and not lowering herself to his level again.
Yet, she had seen the pain in his eyes and all Milly knew was the truth.
Tonight, she had failed him.
Chapter Eight
T here were too many hours in the day without Roman in any of them.
On her days off, Milly threw herself into rehearsals and there were costume fittings to slot in, between visiting her mum, and it should have been busy and it was, yet there were still too many hours in the day.
She kept waiting for the moment when she would realise that an hour had gone by without Roman entering her thoughts.
It never came.
She kept wishing a night would pass when she didn’t dream of him.
It didn’t happen.
Or a morning when she didn’t wake with regret for not going again to him.
That never happened too.
“The costumes are beautiful,” Milly told her mum one afternoon as she did her mother’s hair. “The one for my final scene . . . ”
“Where he kills you?” Catherine checked, and Milly smiled. Sometimes her mother didn’t know where she was, or what day of the week it was, but the days when she was lucid, Milly treasured.
“It’s white, it’s supposed to be a nightgown but to show her virtue it’s more like a wedding gown. Oh, mum, it’s gorgeous. I can’t believe I’m having these stunning costumes designed for me to wear them!”
“Will I be able to see you?” Catherine asked and Milly nodded.
“I’ve already spoken to the nurses and one of them can come with you to watch me.”
“You’re not happy though,” Catherine commented and Milly’s hand paused, mid stroke of the brush.
“Of course I am.”
“Milly?”
“I met someone,” Milly admitted. “He means an awful lot more to me than I do to him.”
“Maybe not.”
Milly smiled, she could throw away her mother’s rollers for ever if she told her mother, because it would certainly make her hair curl if she knew what Milly had been up to that night, and that she was still regretting that she hadn’t gone to him again.
Nothing took away the memory of Roman.
Lying in the bath, trying to brace herself to go to work that evening, she would have preferred a night spent at home,
Similar Books
