Loving A Bully Billionaire Part 3

MIA’S THOUGHTS  It’s been 5months, 5 months since I walked out of Center stage studios doors and never returned. I haven’t spoken to Dawn since she lied about the girl whose name I don’t even know, and got pregnant by Griffin. I changed my phone number so that Griffin can’t get hold of me. I went home for about a month to see Dylan and my mother and Father’s grave. I broke down in front of the tombstones and cried my heart out, but it felt good. For months I kept everything inside, and it felt good to talk to them. The pain was unbearable, there were a few times I just wanted to pick up the phone and call Griffin, to forget the lies and the humiliation, to just fall back into the trap I’ve been in for the last few months, but I hold on to my integrity, I manage to catch my breath again and start over again, although I could never forget him, At least I’m not crippled by his absence anymore. I finally made good on my promise to go see Noah in jail. He seemed happy to see me and looked like jail is not distorting him as it did to his brother. He’s doing pretty good for someone in jail. He has his hearing in a few months and if all goes well, he can get parole. I promised to visit again, I just haven’t found the time yet. Josh still visits. We actually went out on a few dates. Nothing serious, he asked a few times, but I’m not ready to just fall into a relationship again. He’s gentle, and I know he will never lie to me. But every time we got too close, Griffin’s face showed up like a nightmare. So we’re keeping it safe, and not moving into something serious. I’ve accomplished so much in the last 5 months. I took Bella Bella’s offer. I have my own apartment, which I pay for myself and not moving in between hotels and Griffin’s house. Now that I think about it, it was exhausting. For the first time, I can make home-cooked meals and not live on takeaways. I can wake up every morning with a rational mind and not make myself sick to think what bomb will drop on me today. I know all this sounds so sweet in my head, my heart still pains when I think about him, his touch, smell, and his charms, but I’m better off without all the pain and suffering, but mostly the danger and lies. Josh no longer works for Center stage anymore. The day I left, he left with me. I’m glad he did. Griffin might not do something to him physically, I think, but he would’ve made life hell for him. He would’ve never let this go if Josh was still working there. He managed to get a financial manager's position at Masmo’s Restaurant. It’s not ideal, but they are expanding their business and promise Josh a bigger salary once the business picks up. I feel guilty that he got trapped in the middle of all this s**t, but I’m also glad he left with me. I never went back to the doctor to remove my ovaries, and I don’t intend to do that anytime soon. One day when I settle down and get married, then I will explore my option to be safe. The rest of the afternoon is quiet. I’m sitting in my office with a beautiful view of New York. GRIFFIN’S THOUGHTS 5 months, 5 f*****g months, since Mia walked out on me with that prick. I kept thinking she will come back. She always does, but not this time. She left, and she’s never coming back. I threaten Joe a few times to give me her new number, but she refused. I know she’s working for Bella Bella’s studio, I’ve watched her a few times from the parking lot. I know I sound like a starker and maybe I am, but I don’t give a f**k. I needed to know if she’s okay. For the first few months, she still looked erratic, crushed and her eyes had no emotion, but for the last month, she looked happy, like she’s breathing again. I’m happy for her, I really am. I just f*****g wished I could’ve made her happy. Josh picked her up from Bella Bella a few times. I had to keep myself from rising out of the car seat and kill the son of a b***h. I drank myself to sleep every night for the past 5 months and fell back into the old Griffin habits. I used girls for my pleasure, but this time I’m doing it safely. I work during the day and party at night, sometimes I wake up not knowing where the f**k I am. I came across Mark a few times; the fucker is still lurking in New York. I made it clear that Mia and I are no longer together. I still hired a private investigator to keep an eye on him, just to make sure he doesn’t go near her. My pretend mother is still missing in action, and for her sake, I hope she stays missing. Dawn is in and out of the office. She doesn’t lecture me anymore; I guess she gave up. Martha got cleared at the rehab a month ago, she’s living with her mother not too far from the bar she used to work. I still haven’t figured out what to do when the baby gets born. I don’t even know how to f*****g keep a woman happy, what to say about a child. The thought makes me nauseous. I miss her; I f*****g miss her so much that it’s killing me slowly. I sometimes talk to her as if she’s right next to me. I know, I sound like a crazy person, and maybe I f*****g am, but it makes me feel better, it makes me feel in control again. I can still smell her, her presence, her laugh booming through the office. I can still see her practicing in the studio. I’ve never seen a dancer like her before, except for the woman I called mother, that’s probably the only thing she’s good at. I warned Gretha not to wash Mia’s pillow. When I’m not at some w***e’s house, I lie down on her pillow, the best way to fall asleep if I don’t pass out from all the alcohol running through my veins. Furthermore here I sit, in my office drowning in my sorrows, feeling completely and utterly lost. With no vision for the future and no f*****g desire to ever get my life back on track.