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creamy cascade. The movement caused his cock to hit the back of her throat, eliciting an ecstatic moan from her. Wet, sweet lips glazed his dick, giving it a glossy off-white sheen.
    There it was. At last. Blake exploded, and Nina took it all.
    Nina guzzled down his seed to the very last drop. With his head back, Blake waited for her to lick up the last bit when the frosted double doors burst open. Nina froze beneath the desk. Though she hadn't completed the transaction, not in the fullest sense of their regimen, a smile illuminated Blake’s face. He gave a gentle nudge, and Nina got down into place.
    There stood Mila in a canary yellow, cable knit dress which stopped mid-thigh, complete with knee high boots. And damn it, she wore no make-up. So fucking glorious. He marveled at the sneer stretching across her lips. “How dare you!”
    “Miss Ali, if you’d please…” Blake’s assistant Barbara said from behind her as she and Todd scurried to catch up.
    Todd’s eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Mila, what's wrong?”
    “Uh uhn, Todd. I don’t need a peacekeeper,” Mila cut in. Blake stared listlessly at one of his most valuable employees.
    Another woman stood behind Todd as they all entered the room. Mila said a few choice words to her, as well. Blake remembered her as the woman who'd brazenly flirted with him at the funeral. She had to be Todd’s girlfriend. Either way, Blake was glad that his game plan got a rise out of Mila. Blake refocused as Mila cussed at him for paying her mortgage. All the while, Nina kept post underneath the desk.
    “Mila and I were out for lunch. One of the diners across from us recognized Mila from a magazine cover,” explained the redhead.
    “What magazine? What are you talking about?” Blake feigned innocence. His strategy worked. He’d paid Mila’s overdue mortgage, and had one of his assistants leak it to the press. With money being tossed around, the tabloids came to their own conclusions.
    “ Us !” Mila shouted. “Can everyone just leave?” 
    “Yes, everyone, please.” Blake hid the smile on his face. Mila wanted to be alone with him.
    Todd placed his hands in his khakis, he rubbed his thumb over the stubble on his chin then did an about face. 
    “Clarissa...” Mila addressed the redhead, who seemed more like a Chihuahua, wanting to protect Mila. He concluded that the two were good friends if they were out at lunch when one of Mila’s coworkers accused him and Mila of having an illicit affair. Damn, the tabloids were usually correct. This was the first time they’d acted prematurely, but Blake had given them good reason.
    Mila tossed the magazine on his table. It read: Billionaire Pays Mistress’s Back Mortgage. The headline was among top billing on the front page of People magazine; however, once they actually did commence their fling, any candid photos of them together would garner a solo cover.

 
     
     
    Chapter 6
    Mila Ali
    AFTER CLARISSA LEFT , Mila turned back to her enemy. Head cocked, she waited for an apology. How dare he pay her mortgage? Warren had put down almost fifty percent of the Laguna Niguel beachfront property. They had already paid for the wedding venue, amongst other lavish details. Then Mrs. Jameson wanted the most expensive funeral, down to the minuscule detail.
    Mila would never be able to pay the mortgage on her own. The Mila fresh out of college went straight to Hewitt Corporation. Instead of returning home and becoming the shadow of one of the most sought-after suitors in Ethiopia, Mila seized the golden opportunity. She helped Hewitt bulldoze small businesses. By the time she made associate she’d become exhausted, realizing she’d forgotten about her long-ago dream to open a resource center. Now she worked at Versa Home Improvements, a luxurious remolding company. As a sales manager, Mila didn’t make a fraction of what she once did. And the only thing she had from Warren— their home—was in jeopardy.
    Both of their names