The only thing that I still believe In is you, if you only knew

The only thing that I still believe In is you, if you only knew by ssaarah on Polyvore

I walked up to Milena's apartment and knocked on the door. If Mila didn't want to talk about what happened that was fine but I had to know that she was okay.

 

 "Ames?" she asked confused. 

 

"Hey…" I trailed off, sticking my hands in my pockets, "You haven't been replying to any of my texts… I got worried."  

 

"I haven't been replying to anyones…"

“And that’s why I'm here.” I nodded and nodded towards her dad.



“Hey Ames.” He smiled at me before giving me a significant look. “I hear you punched her ex in the face.” I sucked in my lips and nodded slowly.


“Yes sir.” I admitted. Harper and Miles had helped raise me as much as Ava and Corey and sometimes I still felt like a kid around them. I prepared myself for the lecture on how I was too old to go punching guys in bars but Miles just nodded.



“I would have done worse.” He said turning around like it was nothing while I grinned and even Mila had the corners of her mouth turning upwards slowly.



“Why don’t you come over for dinner? Mom will cook!” Mila shook her head and ran her fingers through her long hair.



“I don’t think I'm really up for family events.” She shrugged and my heart went out to her. I’d never been cheated on, but I had lost someone and I knew how much that hurt.



“Well why don’t you and I go out? Get some dinner, put on a pretty dress and pretend like you don’t give two fucks about him.” I said forgetting Miles was still there. He shot me a look. “Sorry.”



“I think it’s a good idea actually.” He agreed, getting up and slapping my dress. “Just don’t let her have too much fun.” He said under his breath to me and I tensed. If he knew some of the things I’d thought about his daughter? He probably wouldn’t be so up for letting me take her out. Honestly I knew it wasn’t the smartest idea, but I also knew I couldn’t let her sit in her place anymore moping, knowing she was hurting.



“What do you think?” I asked and Mila shrugged.



“I guess.” I nodded and clapped my hands.


“Great!”



"That sounds good." her father gave her a smile, patting me on the back once more, "I'm going to head out. Finish eating… your mother wanted a progress report." He grinned.



"I will Daddy." He pulled Mila into a big hug and kissed her forehead.



“Have fun." He said as he left.



"You sure you're okay with going out?" I asked with a grin. She nodded,



"I'll be okay, but I have to shower. I haven't left the apartment in a few days." She gave me an ashamed look and I wanted to pull her into me and hold her tight.



"I understand. I can wait." I replied with a smile.



"Okay, if you want, make yourself comfortable. I have beer in the fridge." she nodded towards the kitchen.



"Anything a little harder?" I grinned. I was going to need it if I was going to listen to her in the shower.



"Yeah, there's some scotch. Finish it off, I hate it… Braden loved it." she shrugged.



"I'll drink anything that was for him." I gave me a wink, making her smile.



"Thank you." she nodded, walking to her bathroom and popping out in a towel 15 minutes later.



"Hey, I'm sorry I'm taking so long. It might be another 30 minutes to an hour to do my hair." I turned and gave her a long look, swallowing as I thought about how little she was wearing. What was it about her? I was smooth with women, and I wasn’t a jerk about it. I hoped not at least. With her I felt like a high school virgin.



"That's fine. I'm used to waiting on women." I grinned. She rolled her eyes.



"Shut up Casanova." She replied, though I’d been talking about Chloe and Ava. About 45 minutes later she walked out.



"I'm ready Ames." she shouted to him as she grabbed her bag. I turned off the TV and turned towards her. Holy shit. She was wrapped in a tight black dress that showed off way more of her body than I’d ever seen before. And it was more perfect than I even thought.



“Is everything okay?" she raised a brow,



"Something in my teeth?" I shook my head,



"You look amazing…" she smiled,



"Thank you."



"We should go to Braden's club and just show you off in front of him… Show him what he's missing out on." I joked but she just grinned and chuckled,



"Okay…” Wait what?



"Really?" she nodded,



"I do look pretty good tonight…"



“You look awesome.” I nodded with a grin and her face flushed.



“Actually I change my mind.” I blinked.



“What do you mean?”



“I want to get totally trashed. I don’t want Braden to see that but I want it.” I winced.



“Your Dad just-“ I started and she set her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest forward.



“There are other clubs in the city are there not?” I tried not to admit how sexy this Milena was and nodded.



“Trashed it is.” I nodded as I stood up. “But don’t tell your dad.” I added with a wince as she grinned.



“Can we take your car?” she asked with an excited smile that made me laugh.



“We’re sure as hell not taking yours.” I teased and she pouted.



“There’s nothing wrong with my car. It’s safe for the environment!” I wanted to kiss that sexy pout right off of her face but I resisted. This was going to be a lonnng night. I’d given up my previous promise to myself about never being alone with her when she started dating that as.shole. I figured if she wasn’t single there was no chance my hormones would get the best of me. But now that she WAS single? I’d just have to be on my guard tonight. Which meant I would be stone cold sober taking care of a drunk girl I’d had a thing for for five years. Sounds easy!



“So is mine.” I replied, opening the door and letting her slide into the leather seats. She crossed her leg and another inch of creamy thigh was exposed to me. Damn it.



“This gas guzzler?" she raised a brow suspiciously. I shrugged,



"Okay, maybe not, but it goes really fast." I grinned at her and she rolled her eyes,



"Boys and their toys."



"This is not a toy... This is the first big purchase I made for myself after I was able to. It's special!"



"It's just a car." I teased but I knew better,



"Do you like it?" she nodded,



“It is pretty nice." She admitted.



"Then enjoy the ride." I finally saw her relax as we pulled away from her apartment.



"Thank you for bringing me out of the house... I really needed it. I've been a bit of a hermit..." she pouted slightly as I looked out the window. I reached for her as I turned her face to look at me.



"No worries... If I were you I'd be partying every night." I gave her what I hoped was a soothing look and she grinned.



"Well, you might be seeing a different side of me tonight..." I



"I'll be your bodyguard for the night. If you go missing your father will cut me into pieces." I said seriously and Mila chuckled,



"Probably. He's protective of me and it doesn't help that I'm a total daddy's girl."



"Well I promise you will be safe."



. "But don't sour the mood! I wanna have fun."



“You will be safe and have fun. I promise Mila, just relax." I heard her breath out as I pulled in front of the swanky club.



"Let's go squirt." I wrapped my arm around her waist loosely, just to lead her inside where the music was loud and flashing lights were everywhere.



"I need a drink."



“Coming right up.” I grinned and led her to the bar, glaring at all the men who leered at her. “What do you want?” I grinned, hailing over the bartender.



“Tequila.” She replied seriously as she looked around the room. “Lots.” I rose a brow at her.



“Are you sure-“ she put a finger over my lips and glared at me.



“You’re my friend not my father.” She replied and I grinned as the bartender handed over two rather large shot glasses and Mila slid one towards me.



“I'm driving.” I replied and she rolled her eyes.



“We’ll be here for a while Ames suck it up.” She lifted her glass and shot it down without even blinking. Damn it why was even that hot? I swallowed my own shot and she called out for another which she drank down just as fast.



“I think that’s enough for now.” I said seriously and when she pouted at me I laughed. “It’s early, you don’t want to be puking before you even get to have any fun right?” she licked her lips and nodded.



“Good point.”



“Hey gorgeous.” A guy with an American accent walked up to Milena and grinned at her. “Need a drink?” she blushed from head to toe as I gripped the bar.



“I’ve just had two actually.” She said back as he leaned into her. I grabbed Mila’s waist and tugged her into my body without even thinking.



“Can you not see me?” I asked, glaring at him. He was tall and looked like he could hold his own but he wasn’t me and I looked down at him as Mila giggled.



“Oh sorry man…” he said widening his eyes and backing up. Mila bit her lip with a wicked look in her eye that frightened me a little.



“This is my big brother, he’s very protective, but I'm sure he wouldn’t mind if we had one dance?” she asked, reaching out her hand to the guy and playing the same game I’d been using on her for years, though I was sure it wasn’t for the same reasons. The guy’s face lit up.



“Hell yes.” He grinned and took her hand as I watched them. Mila turned back and winked.



“Why don’t you get yourself a dance partner big bro.” she grinned, probably already tipsy. I tried to breathe slowly as I watched Mila but it was getting harder and harder. Especially when she started actually making out with the guy. What the hell? I walked up and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the guy who was basically drooling all over her.



“That’s enough.” Mila glared at me.



“What did I say about not being my father?” she asked. “I'm a grown woman Ames.” I shook my head.



“You’re a drunk woman, you can have fun without lowering your standards.” The guy shot me a look.



“Hey!” I shook my head and pulled her into my body, cupping her face in my hands.



“Braden cheated on you because he was a dou.chebag. Not because of anything you did, or anything you are.” I said seriously, seeing how hurt and vulnerable she was feeling. She rolled her eyes.



“Just what I needed, a reminder! Thanks so much.” She replied, but she didn’t pull away from me.



“Is this what you want? To get drunk and hook up with some tourist who won’t remember you?”



“Oh I’ll remember her. She’s like the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.” The guy said, still staring like an idiot. Mila smirked.



“Shut up.” I shook my head and pulled her away. “Seriously? That idiot?” She tilted her head to the side.



“Are you saying he’s an idiot because he thinks I'm hot?” she asked.



“No.” I replied curtly. She nodded.



“Okay, and tell me this, when you got your heart broken what did you do? Stay home at night and read books?” Fuc.k.



“No. I didn’t. I did just what you’re trying to do but you’re much smarter than I was. Or at least I thought you were. I didn’t come here with you to watch this.” I shook my head and turned away and Mila groaned.



“Oh my god Ames it was one dance! I wasn’t stripping for him in the club bathroom.” She replied dramatically. “If you’re lonely you should have asked me to dance yourself.”



“First of all? Stripping in the club bathroom?” I shook my head. “Not on my watch.” Mila laughed.



“Not on anyones trust me.”



“And secondly? You didn’t give me enough time to ask you to dance before going off with the frat boy over there.”



"Are you going to ask me to dance?" I took a deep breath.



"Yes, Milena will you dance with me?"



"She was dancing with me, dude." Was he still here?



"Not anymore." I glared at the guy and pushed past him, grabbing Mila’s arm and pulling her on to the dance floor.



"You don't have to do this Ames… This was a bad idea. We should just go home." I shook my head,



"I promised you fun Mila."



"You dancing with me out of pity is not fun." she crossed her arms over her chest making her full breasts look so damn tempting I felt like I was drooling.



"Who said it was out of pity?"



"You think of me like a sister Ames, why else would you dance with me?" I was glad she was convinced I thought that way about her because my thoughts were beginning to teeter to lecherous every time I looked at her. Not sisterly at all.



"Because I want to dance with you!" I yelled back at her, already psyching myself out to have her close and not do anything. "Have a drink." I sure as hell needed one.



"I'm fine… Are you going to dance with me?"



"I thought we were dancing." The guy interrupted once more. Wow could he not take a hint. "Shut up." she said without looking at him, "Are you going to dance with me or should I go back with him?!" I felt like we were a damn broken record at this point.



"Get lost." I told the other guy before I pulled Mila away on to the dance floor, "Is this what you want?"



"Ames, I want you to stop treating me like a child. That's what I want. I already have an overprotective father, I don't need two." I sighed,



"I'm sorry…"



"It's okay… So are you going to dance with me? Otherwise I'll be bummed." I laughed and shook my head before grabbing her hand and pulling her out onto the floor.



“You’re cute when you’re confused.” I replied seriously, twirling her around and being careful not to dance with her like a man and just like a friend.



“I'm cute always.” She winked at me and I grinned, watching the way her hips swayed as she moved with me. Then of course the music slowed down just a little and people around the room were pulling their partners closer. She smiled at me and I couldn’t help but pull her body into mine, pressing her flush against me as she pushed back her hair.



“Not always.” I said in a strained voice. Her eyes were glassy and if I didn’t know she was drunk I would think I saw a hint of desire in them, of heat. I held her neck in my hand, tangling my fingers in her hair as my other one held the small of her back and kept pulling her harder into me.



“No?” she asked in a breathy voice. God it would be so easy to kiss her. But that wasn’t what she was here for, she didn’t come out to forget her ex just to have her friend hit on her. But damn it if it wasn’t the most tempting thing on earth. I shook my head.



“Right now you’re not so cute.” I replied seriously, swallowing and taking in her reaction. Heat. Heat was in her eyes. Her drunk eyes.



“What am I now then?” she replied in the same breathy tone she had used before. I watched her slowly lick her lips and I groaned as I tilted her head towards mine.



“Honesly? The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” I replied, tangling my fingers harder in her hair, knowing that I had to kiss her, I had to have just one taste, just one to tide me over until her scent stopped making me crazy. One kiss….



“Hey guys!!!” We pulled away from each other and I grinned at Chloe, who pulled Mila into a hug as I tried to decide if I was pissed off or relieved that she had showed up when she had.



"What are you guys doing here?" Chloe asked and I wondered if Mila even knew what could have just happened. All the things I’d been thinking.



"Trying to get over Braden…" Mila trailed off, crossing her arms over her chest again. Was she trying to kill me?!



"Well then thank god I'm here!" Chloe squealed with a grin, "I'm like the queen helper of breakups." She grabbed her and pulled us towards the bar, flagging the bartender down, "Four shots of tequila!!" She yelled out.



"Chloe, you don't have to do this." She shook her head, Chloe might be a little naïve sometimes but honestly there was no one better when you wanted to forget life and have a good time.



"Nonsense. So why are you here with Ames?" She tilted her head to the side and looked at me before turning back to her friend.



“He was being nice and helping me slowly get over Braden."



"That's your first mistake! You need to just dive right in. Have amazing rebound sex! It helps a lot." She grinned as she downed one of the shots and I felt my hands roll into fists. Mila took a shot and cringed,



“Honestly, I was barely ready to go out, let alone have sex with some random guy."



"Stop being a bad influence on her Chloe…" I smirked at my niece.



"I'm not a bad influence. Drink up Mila and then let’s find you a nice piece of ass to do." My god if her father knew she talked like that. I shook my head.



"No." I interjected and Mila looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite read. I swallowed. "I mean, Chloe stop, Mila said she wanted to have fun, not screw around with random guys." I chuckled to make light of the situation and Chloe shrugged,



"They are one in the same, Ames." She grinned.



"Chloe, I'm fine, well, at least I'm okay enough to not have a one night stand. I did want to get drunk though." Chloe let out a quick breath,



"Fine, let's get you drunk then, but it wouldn't be the worst thing if you hooked up with someone." She grinned, downing her second shot as Mila joined her.



"Ames, is right though Chloe, I don't need to go completely crazy."



"Squares." She smirked, taking another shot, "Then why don't you put the moves on her Ames? I can see the way you're looking at her." She winked, obviously drunk but still I tensed up. If Chloe knew what I was thinking did Mila? Did everyone? Was I obvious?



"Maybe you should stop." I smirked.



"I'm too young for Ames." Chloe laughed.



“Well thank god you told him, I’ve been wanting to tell him to lay off my friends for years.” I narrowed my eyes at Chloe and she gave me a wicked grin that reminded me too much of her dad. And of Ava for that matter. It was alarming how much their kids were a perfect mix of the two.



“Oh I didn’t tell him that. He tells me. Every single day.” Milena replied loosely, probably well on her way to drunk by now. Chloe and her big mouth. She started laughed.



“But he dates women that are barely legal!!!” she exclaimed and Milena turned around and folded her arms over her chest making her breasts look even more damn irresistible.



“I'm not barely legal.” She pointed out, tilting her head to the side. “Why don’t you put moves on me Ames?” she was trying not to laugh, clearly the tequila was speaking and not Milena, since I knew she didn’t actually want me or anything. Though I did know she was fragile.



“Because I'm not good enough for you baby.” I replied with a wink, pretending I was just joking around but that was all it was plain and simple. Honesly? If I knew I wasn’t a broken mess, if she wasn’t basically family and I wasn’t worried about hurting her? I would fight for her with my last breath. Lucky for her I knew I wasn’t nearly good enough. Mila just started at me for a second, biting down on her lip and damn I wished I could read her mind.



“That’s true!” Chloe piped in, grabbing three more shot glasses and handing them out. “No one is good enough for you cutie.” She said, reaching over and giving her a quick kiss. "And I'm sorry about Braden. Should I spread a rumor that he's got a tiny dick?" Chloe grinned, making Mila choke on her drink as I laughed.



"I think I'll be okay." She shrugged,



"What about spreading a rumor about his club? I got sick from a drink there?"



"No Chloe, I'm fine… I swear." I made a mental note to tell Chloe to do both of those things anyways before Mila looked back at me.



"Ames has helped a lot…"



"Well thank you Ames… This girl can't be sad for too long. I'd miss her partying ways." She gave us a big grin, before taking another shot,



"Take another!" She yelled at us. I swear Chloe could out drink most of the men I knew in college. And that was saying something. By the time the night was over I’d had Chloe being sent home in a cab and was carrying Mila to my car. She didn’t even come to until we got to my house. If her father came by to see her tomorrow and she was hung over? I’d be dead.



"Thank you for taking me out…" Mila slurred out holding on to me as she stumbled over her heels



"It's no problem." I told her, holding on to her tiny body since she could barely walk.



"Where are you taking me?"



"My place. I can't leave you alone at yours… I'm afraid you'll get into trouble." I breathed out, "This would be so much easier if I just picked you up."



"Picked me up?" she asked confused but then I was grabbing her behind the knees and getting a better grip on her even as she kicked her legs.



"Wee!" she giggled out. Damn she was even adorable as a drunk.



"Much better." I smirked as I opened the door to my place.



"This is nice…" she grinned though I was surprised she could even see the room it had to be spinning a lot. "So this is what being a lawyer gets you?"



"Mila, you should get to bed…" I said slowly.



"Where's your bedroom?" she asked as her hands started to unzip her dress.



"What are you doing?!" I asked a little too harshly. She stopped and turned to raise a brow at me.



"I can't sleep in this dress… I know you're a man, but a bandage dress is not very comfortable." She grinned.



"Let me get you some clothes to sleep in." I offered, quickly walking into my room and grabbing one of my tee-shirts and gym shorts that she’d swim in but at least she’d be wearing something. I came back out of my closet and walked in on her lying on the edge of my bed wearing nothing but lingerie. I swear my heart almost stopped right there. Milena. Was almost naked in front of me. On my bed. Her lips curved into a sexy sleepy smile.



"Milena, what are you doing?" I managed to choke out as I fought a war between my brain and my body.



"Getting comfortable! I'm tired." She yawned and I fought down my libido.



"C'mon, put these clothes on." I handed them to her and she pouted.



"I like sleeping in just panties." Oh mon dieu.



"Milena, put the clothes on." I argued with an edge to my voice and she sighed, grabbing the tee shirt and pulling it over her perfect body allowing me to breathe once again.



"It's too hot for shorts."



“Fine…" I sighed, this was better than before anyways.



"Make yourself comfortable… I'm going to go lay down on the couch. If you need anything, just call out." I said walking out.



"Can you stay? I've been for alone for the past week and I don't want to anymore." I looked to the ceiling for some kind of strength to get through this night before I sighed and nodded,



"Sure." I said climbing into my bed next to her. She instantly cuddled up next to my body and wrapped her arms around my chest. Thank god she was drunk off her ass or I would have been able to justify making a move I knew we’d both regret. But even though I knew I couldn’t? I’d never been harder in my life.



"Thank you." she said quietly, "I'm really happy you took me out." she breathed out as her eyelids fluttered.



"No problem squirt..." I whispered, pressing kiss against her forehead, knowing with her in my arms I’d never actually be able to sleep….