Chapter 4 Four

"Millie is on another level of dumb, good in bed but dumb as a rock. Who the hell but me has those photos?" Theo said from the other side of the phone.

She covered her mouth as whoever his audience was laughed. Tears filled her eyes as she hung up, unable to bear it anymore.

Theo did this to her, she thought over and over again. After everything she'd done for him, after everything he made her do for him.

She remembered the first time she had met him. It had been at a club- one of the last places she had expected to be at. Her friends had invited her for a few drinks at Club Castle.

She had agreed after they persuaded her. She had met him there. He had come with his friend- a guy who liked to smile too much and was handsy.

Theo was nice, polite and handsome. He wore that leather jacket that turned Millie on each time she saw him in it. They had talked a lot that night and then danced.

The two kissed under a bright neon sign. Millie abandoned her friends after and spent the night with Theo.

She could still remember. The night that he had left his mark on her. The same night where he had trailed kisses down her body. That night when she had started to fall in love with him.

Millie felt her legs give away and he gripped the ledge for support as the phone slid from her hand. Her hands shook and her stomach turned.

How could he even think of doing this to her? She'd been nothing but good to him. She didn't cross the line, she came over to his place only when he asked, as he wanted. And she let him take those pictures despite how they had made her feel.

She thought that he was taking those pictures to capture the moment after love making. She thought he loved her.

Millie felt so used. She was all a joke. Almost mindlessly, she pushed out of her heels and lifted her leg. She climbed onto the ledge, looking down as the world spread out in front of her.

Everyone has seen her, she thought. Everyone.

Soon, everyone she knew would see it. Her friends back home, her siblings, her parents... the thought caused her blood to chill.

She leaned forward ever so slightly, her right foot moving forward.

"Have you thought about how much that could hurt?" A voice said behind her.

She startled, almost losing her balance. She turned to the owner of the voice. He was standing a little to her left, his hand in his pocket. He was slim, but not thin, the suit he wore was fitting. She couldn't make out his face without her glasses.

"Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter, not right now." he took a step forward.

"Don't come any closer!" Millie screamed. "Just stay there."

"Do you really want to jump? Do you want someone to do the job of scrapping your remains off the side walk?" he said.

Millie paled at the description. "Then what should I do?" she asked, desperately.

"I don't see why a few lousy pictures should make you want to end your life," He replied.

"So you've seen them." Millie recoiled. This proved the fact that everyone had seen them.

"Yes, and they were so badly edited that even a fool could tell that."

Millie was surprised. If he also noticed, maybe others would too.

"Apparently, but the people at this company can't seem to tell it apart." Millie said.

He visibly winced. "I should have seen that coming."

"Why don't you just leave?"

"Because, Miss Whitlock, you have something that I want."

If she wasn't standing at the edge of the roof, thinking of ending her life, she would have swooned at his voice.

"How do you know my name?"

He ignored her question and instead, he came closer. She stiffened and watched as He bent to pick something up.

He held it to her. "Someone of your capabilities does not deserve a wasteful death."

Millie noticed the purple of her glasses. She hesitated before taking it and putting t on. There was a crack on one lens but it wasn't so bad that she couldn't see.

A gasp escaped her lips and she faltered, almost falling. Logan Forest reached out to steady her.

"Easy now," he said, before letting go. "I don't want you dying on me."

"You're the CEO," Millie said, unable to believe her eyes.

"With you, on this roof." He added, taking a step back and bringing his hands back into his pocket.

"What do you mean, 'I have something that you want'?" Millie asked.

"You see, I have thousands of employees scattered across the country and three other continents. Yet," he paused, "none of them has brought an idea to me that I bit into: hook, line and sinker. It surprises me, I had to see this Millicent Whitlock."

"You liked my idea?" Millie asked, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"All of them, in fact. Although, I'ld like to make a few changes. With you, that is." Logan said, "It is highly unfortunate that those pictures are going around but, your personal life is none of my business, or any of the morons' down there. All I want is you, your untapped creative. Your mind is wired different, Miss Whitlock. You are made for greatness."

Millie turned back to face the world. "Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?" she snapped, irritated. "I don't care what you think. It wouldn't matter anyway if I was dead."

"Miss Whitlock," He called.

She turned her head to look at him.

"You can decide to take a step out there and give everyone the satisfaction of saying that the guilt and shame killed you. Or," he took a step closer, and held out his hand. "you can take my hand. Take my hand and I'll make those photos disappear, I'll make everyone forget it ever even happened."