Mila's POV
I rolled my eyes as he walked out, the elevator doors sliding shut with a hiss that felt far too final.
Anger curled low in my chest, thick and smoky, like a fire I didn't start but was now trapped inside.
I knew exactly what he was doing.
Punishing me.
''Classic Angel.''
But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Not this time.
I grabbed my phone from the desk, fingers steady, even if my heart wasn't, and typed out a message to my boyfriend.
Yes. I can say it now.
Armando is my boyfriend.
The words still felt unfamiliar on my tongue. Like trying on someone else's clothes. But I pressed send anyway.
Are you free tonight?
A beat later, I added: I miss you.
Armando replied almost immediately.
For you? Always. Want me to pick you up?
I stared at the message longer than I should've. My fingers hovered, hesitating, but then I typed back:
Yes. I need the distraction
He sent a heart emoji, and I tossed the phone on the desk, leaning back in my chair.
