Until the End by London Miller

Author:London Miller [Miller, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Amazon: B00ILB5QOK
Publisher: London Miller
Published: 2014-02-21T06:00:00+00:00

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Since the hotel, Mishca had wanted Lauren around more, much to her joy. Her things were now split between the brownstone and Mishca’s apartment in the city. Realistically, she had nothing to complain about.

She—

“Well…I guess some things never change.”

Lauren dropped the shirt she was hanging, turning to face the girl that stood in the closet doorway. In a skintight blue dress, she was beautiful with wavy blonde hair that was darker at the roots.

“Are you here for Mishca?” She asked, not knowing what else to say, her gaze focusing on the gold key dangling from a chain in her hand.

“Come up with that on your own, did you?”

Lauren frowned, watching her run manicured fingers through her blonde hair. “He isn’t here. How about you leave and call him?”

“It’s cute that you think you can tell me what to do.”

She had nails like claws, painted a deep maroon color that was only lightly lighter than the shade she wore on her lips.

“What’s your name, dear? He always loved little girls with common names.”

She had an accent, a stronger one of the version Alex had. Maybe she was French. Lauren didn’t doubt that Mishca had relations with the girl, not when she was acting proprietary though Lauren had never heard of her…not that she even knew what her name was.

“I don’t think my name matters. Who are you.”

The front door opened and closed, the sound carrying to the closet, but Lauren stood where she was, refusing to take her eyes off of her. She was secretly glad Mishca had come back early.

“Lauren?”

“In here.”

He appeared in the doorway some moments later, his gaze straying between two of them, his entire demeanor shifting as he focused on the girl.

“Naomi.”

She wiggled her fingers at him and without a word, closed the distance between them and proceeded to stick her tongue down her throat. Mishca didn’t react at first, but a heartbeat later, firmly set her away from him.

“Ne nachinayte eto der’mo—Don’t start this shit.”

At least he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. She couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl.

“Could you excuse us,” Mishca asked looking directly at Lauren.

A little hurt, no, a lot hurt, she asked, “You want me to leave?”

He shook his head, frowning at her. “Of course not, Naomi is leaving, now.”

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