Hello my lovelies, sorry about the delay in chapters.
If you didn't see my announcement earlier, my cat was hospitalized so that's why I've been slacking on updates. Thankfully I already have a doc with the story outline created for this story so I just have to write out the chapters.
That means the ending of this novel is already fixed 👀. Heehee, I'm lowkey excited but sad that it's ending soon :((.
Anyways, I hope you guys are doing well and staying safe.
Ajax's POV
"Come on, you can be faster than that," Mila taunted, running backwards ahead of me.
"Shut up. You know I don't run regularly," I grumbled, pushing myself a little faster.
Both of us had decided to go out on a morning run. Mila claimed it helped with nerves and that the route she always ran was "beautiful."
Running = torture.
I never understood how she ran cross country in high school, for fun.
Who runs for fun?
If I'm not being chased by a serial killer, why run?
Yet here I am, running almost 3 miles and trying to keep up with Mila.
"How much farther?" I groaned, slowing down more.
"You're such a baby," she teased and I glared at her.
"If you're trying to bruise my ego so I run faster, it's not working," I deadpanned and she sighed.
"Look, there's the CN Tower. It's about 5 minutes from the hotel," she said.
"Can we walk?" I asked, leaning my weight on her.
"Fine you weakling," she sighed.
We started walking and I thanked the lord. Only she walked really fast.
"Jesus woman, I said walk not run like the ground is falling away behind you," I exclaimed, hurrying after her.
We were both sweaty and cold by the time we got back to the hotel. Adam was just waking up when I got into the room.
"I'm surprised I didn't have to smack you with a pillow," he remarked when I came in through the door.
"Hey, I can wake up early if I have to," I defended.
"Sure. Now hurry up and shower," he dismissed.
About 45 minutes later, Adam and I were ready.
"I'll be downstairs checking in," Adam said as I knocked on Mila's door.
"Milaaaa! Hurry up!"
"I'm coming!"
I heard her footsteps come up to the door before it swung open.
"This stupid hair curler won't curl my hair," she grumbled, holding a metal stick in her hand.
"Oh," I mumbled, following her into the room.
She stood in front of the mirror, struggling to wrap the pieces of hair from behind her head around the pole.
"Do you need help?" I asked curiously, watching her bend her arm at a really odd angle.
"As long as you don't fry my hair off," she said, handing me the curler.
"This is hot right?'' I asked, hesitantly taking the device.
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Dancing with the Badboy
RomanceI was surprised when she ran her hands down my abs, almost to the waist band of my pants. "Mila," I warned, watching her bite back a smile. There was unmistakable tension around us and I had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was the alcohol. I...
