Page 70 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I swear these men love to hear themselves talk.
I take out my phone ready to text my younger brother letting him know that I am done with the meeting when an incoming call comes through.
Mia.
Right on cue.
“Hey beautiful,” I clear my voice, bringing out all the charm, not wanting to betray my frustration.
“Hey, handsome. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too.”
“I wish you were here.”
I groan inwardly.
I have a feeling I already know the next words out of her mouth before she even speaks them.
“I wish Finn would step up so you could spend a lot more time with your girlfriend.”
Just like fucking clockwork.
Finn is always a sore topic between us. Mia does not get that he is still in the throes of his grief and that it is up to me as his elder brother to pick up the slack whenever he needs me to. All Mia interprets my long working hours as, is me pushing her away and not spending enough time with her.
She does not get it.
She will probably never get it.
“Baby, let’s not.”
She lets out a little huff. “Okay, okay. I have another photoshoot in a few minutes then we will move locations.”
Mia is my twenty-five-year-old girlfriend who is also a swimsuit model. She is currently on a shoot off the coast of the Maldives for some cologne campaign. I am not going to pretend to think that I know exactly what she does. All I know is, we see each other occasionally, hook up whenever we are in the same city, and the rest is just details. Details I do not have. Details I do not care enough to have. And this goes both ways. She immediately zones out whenever I bring up the family business. Our relationship is purely physical, and we are both okay with that.
“Have fun. Send me pictures after.”
That finally gets a giggle out of her.
One thing Mia Canelli likes more than attention on her body, is my attention on her body.
“Yes, sir!” she replies with a low husky voice.
That sends some of my blood rushing.
I bet I can get on our private jet and get to the Maldives and be back in time for my next meeting.
Nope. That’s crazy talk,I remind myself just in time for another meeting notification.
Meeting with Charles and Co. Twenty minutes.
Well, there goes my plan for a quick trip to the Maldives, or for any semblance of lunch, either.
“Behave, baby,” I warn.
Mia laughs on the other end of the line. My sexy little brat. I miss her. My cock for sure misses her.
“Never!” She responds.
