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“What did you say to them?” Stella asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” I picked up my fork.
Chapter Fifteen
ONE MONTH LATER
Stella
My eyes flew open at the sudden feeling of nausea that took over me. Jumping out of bed, I ran into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. Shit. Not today. I started my new semester at NYU. As I sat on the floor with my head in the toilet, I could feel the rise in my throat. When it was finally over, I stood up, grabbed a wash cloth, ran it under hot water, and placed it on my face. The nausea was still there, but not as bad.
I stepped into the shower and quickly shaved and washed my body.
“Good morning.” Mile’s voice startled me.
“Miles, what the hell?”
I turned off the shower, and he was standing there holding a towel when I slid open the door.
“Thanks.” I grabbed it and wrapped it around my body. “Why are you in my bathroom?”
“Well, it is my bathroom too. This is my penthouse.” He smirked. “Anyway, I know you start your new classes today and I was worried you weren’t up yet.”
“I am, and I need to get ready.” The smell of the coffee he held intensified the nauseous feeling in my belly.
“I’ll make you a cup of coffee before I leave,” he said.
“No, don’t.”
“Why not?” His brows furrowed.
“I don’t feel like any right now.”
“You always have coffee first thing in the morning.”
“Not today.” I walked into the bedroom.
“Okay. I’ll see you later. Good luck today.” He smiled, kissing my forehead.
“Thanks.”
The last two classes I needed weren’t available online, so I had to attend class in person, which I was happy to do. I wanted to be around other people and not cooped up in this penthouse all day, which I had been for the last month with my other classes.
The situation between Miles and I hadn’t changed. He did his thing. I did mine. When he wanted sex, we did, which was amazing every time. I fell for him back in Vegas and even more now. I was in love with Miles Bradshaw and didn’t know what to do.
We weren’t your traditional married couple. After sex, I would leave and go back to my room. That’s the way he wanted it, and I hated it. I craved his body wrapped around mine at night, holding me tight and making me feel like I was the only woman in the world. He didn’t take me out on dates, and I barely spoke to him all day, only when he came home for a few moments before he went into his office and shut the door. What did I expect? I knew this marriage was fake, and I knew Miles would never be able to commit to anything. He was an emotionally damaged man, but I still fell in love with him anyway, being fully aware of the pain and complications that go with loving someone like that.
While I was getting ready, my phone rang with a Facetime call from Jordyn.
“Good morning, sunshine. How is the rich life treating you?” She brightly smiled.
“Morning.”
“What’s wrong.” Her brows furrowed.
“I start classes at NYU today, and I’m not feeling well.”
“How?” she asked.
