18 Mia

I stared up at the darkening sky, wondering why my life sucked so much, wondering how the heck I was supposed to find two million… wondering if I should take up Mr. Maxwell's offer.

No! the voice in the back of my head shouted. I wasn't that low. I wasn't about to become his prostitute.

Selfish! the voice screamed at me. You're a selfish bitch, Mia. It's Andy, your brother. You'd do anything for him.

I sat up, wiping away my tears. That's right. I'd do anything for Andy. He was all I had. I couldn't lose him. He needed me, and I needed him. I'd find that two million. Somehow. Someway.

Grabbing my bag, I flung the ripped thing over my shoulder and hoisted myself up.

The moment my legs straightened, the world spun around me. I gritted my teeth as I shut my eyes. I knew I was very dehydrated and tired. The way I was going, I'd collapse soon. I couldn't allow that to happen. I needed to find a place to stay for the night and then something to eat.

Turning the bag over, I unzipped it and dug inside. The rough material of my wallet brushed my finger, and I sighed with some small relief. I took it out and inspected the contents. Driver's license, Visa card, and the three hundred dollars cash were still there. Then I dug around again to see what else Ms. Lane had managed to salvage for me.

When I saw the homemade bars, I nearly wept with joy. I quickly unwrapped the plastic and shoved one into my mouth. I ate like my life depended on it, and once I was finished, I found I wasn't satisfied. I was about to take the last one but decided against it. It would be my breakfast for tomorrow. Nodding at that, I carefully put it back in and then zipped the broken bag.

Hoisting it on my back, I headed down the hill. I walked for another hour through the darkened streets. If my situation weren't so dire, I would have enjoyed the view of the dark sky with twinkling, bright streetlights below.

When I reached the small motel I'd seen on my way here, I sighed. Finally I could get some rest. Today had been hectic.

A few minutes later, I stood at the front desk, checking in. The woman, who was staring at me as if I were some homeless girl, robbed me of my fifty dollars for the night. I knew I had to find cheaper accommodations for tomorrow night. Because the motel happened to have a souvenir shop, I bought a white T-shirt that read I *heart* LA. That cost me five more bucks. Well, I needed the damn thing since all my shirts had been destroyed by that stupid dog.

I thrust open my motel room door and mucked around for a few seconds trying to find the switch. Once I found it, the room, small and basic with a single bed, was flooded with brightness.

Throwing my bag onto the bed, I headed to the kitchenette and got myself a glass of water. After finishing that, it was time for a long shower, even though I'd just had one back at Mr. Maxwell's home. The long walk and heat made me sweat like a pig. I was so hot and sticky.

With the beautiful, fresh water pounding down on me, I thought about Mr. Maxwell. Suddenly heat rose within my being, and I groaned. Images of his handsome face flashed before my eyes. I touched my lips, still a little sore from the kisses, and groaned again.

My heart felt this crushing weight, and I hadn't a clue how to interpret that. What had he done to me?

I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing the towel. I returned to the bedroom and flicked on the small TV. News flooded the room as I proceeded to dry my long hair with another towel.

"We would like to welcome Mr. James Maxwell to our show today…"

The name Maxwell drew my attention, and I turned my gaze to the TV screen.

The host, a middle-aged man, said, "He's one of the youngest billionaires in the world, son of the famous—" He laughed. "Or shall we say infamous business moguls Liam Maxwell? James is the head of the Maxwell Empire, working along with his brothers Scott and Eric. Everyone, please welcome to our show Mr. James Maxwell."

Onscreen, the James Maxwell appeared. Loud applause erupted, followed by both men and women getting to their feet. What? Really? My eyeballs were glued to the screen as the man himself walked confidently toward the host. There, he took a seat, and only then did the applause finally stop.

Of course, I couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked on TV. I grew angry with myself. Baring my teeth, I wanted to throw the remote control at the screen, at his face, his Prussian-blue eyes twinkling. Naturally, I decided against it because I'd probably damage the television and then I'd have to pay for the repairs.

Look at him, I thought miserably, sitting there smiling and talking business, telling everyone how he came on the top of the world, making billions a year. I could totally tell the women in the audience were falling in love with him, both his bank account and looks.

When a woman raised her hand to ask him a question, he gave her such a warm and handsome smile it made my stomach lurch.

"Sick!" I muttered under my breath. "He didn't look like that when he was dealing with me."

I changed to another channel, a comedy I hadn't seen before.

I returned my attention to getting myself dressed.

Searching through my bag, I found my panties and slipped my legs through, sliding them up as I stood. After unwrapping the towel from my body, my ripped jeans went next, hugging my long legs and butt perfectly, never mind the material being torn at the knees and ankles.

"Stupid dog," I mumbled, staring at my ruined bra. I should have brought more than two. But I'd thought I wouldn't be here long.

While pulling the price tag off the new T-shirt with my teeth, a flick of bright light flashed across me. My attention was caught, and I gazed toward the window. Heat rushed to my face as I stared out. Though the curtain was drawn closed, it was transparent.

"Shit!" The profanity flew out of my mouth.

What had I expected? It was a cheap motel. Of course it was a see-through curtain.

Clutching the T-shirt against my breasts, I rushed around and peeked out to confirm no one had seen me naked. I scanned the parking lot. Apart from five cars, including that black, sleek-looking one, there was no one. I sidled to stand at the door so no one could see me, and slipped the T-shirt over my head.

I was just getting ready for bed when my tummy grumbled, reminding me I hadn't had proper food for over eighteen hours now. I sighed and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't satisfy my craving. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I headed out the door.

I'd known there were fast-food restaurants along the bus journey up this afternoon, so I wasn't so worried about finding something to eat. But I couldn't afford fancy food.