Mistress to a Monster

“Then why can’t we have a future? Nothing is holding us back. There is just you and me.”

Milah stared at his glass, and he got to see those dimples once again. “You’re right. To us and to the future.”

He winked at her and took a sip.

“How about we go for a swim tonight?” Damon asked.

Milah nodded, popping a tomato in her mouth. She chewed for several seconds before swallowing. “I like that idea.”

They ate their food, and Damon couldn’t take his gaze away from Milah. They didn’t talk, but it wasn’t awkward.

This was their newfound freedom, he believed.

He noticed the way Milah kept sneaking glances his way, and he had to smile, he just couldn’t help himself.

Milah was falling for him, and that was all part of the plan. It wouldn’t be long before she was confessing her feelings and marrying him. Then he’d have his true revenge on the Russo family.

Even as he thought it, Damon couldn’t help but look at Milah and that smile. She was so beautiful.