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“Did you now?" I ask dryly. "Is that why you studied so hard and attended Columbia?”

“Exactly,” Milo says lazily. “I was trying to scope out potential future doctors and lawyers who would want a good looking trophy husband at home to raise the kids.”

I can’t help playing along. “Ugh,” I sigh exasperatedly. “That sounds genius. Trophy wives have it so good. All they have to do is look good and give good blow jobs.”

Milo chuckles. “You sound almost envious of trophy wives, baby. I am not opposed to it if you want to change your career path. Might someone be considering giving up their promising career for a life of blow jobs and looking pretty?”

“Someone isnot,” I say indignantly. “I am just pointing out that it’s a genius career path. It requires minimum education and qualifications. It’s the least amount of investment for the highest return in profit.”

“Sounds like you are envious,” Milo closes his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. “Let me know if you want me to make your dreams come true.”

“Whatever! Come on Milo, please get up.”

“Why?”

That’s a good question. I have no idea why I am trying to wake him up.

His work hours are odd. Sometimes he works throughout the night and sleeps throughout the day.

Other times, it’s a regular nine to five job. His sleep schedule is all fucked up like mine. Just because my ass can’t sleep, doesn’t mean others need their beauty sleep disturbed. He might actually need the rest.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were still tired.” I press my palm flat down on the mattress to push myself off the bed.

“Don’t you dare get off this bed,” Milo warns silkily, with his eyes still closed.

How did he know? And why the hell did I stop midway because he ordered me to?

“Can you say please?”

“Don’t you fucking dare get your cute little ass off this motherfucking bed… please,” Milo throws the words back at me with his own sarcastic twist.

Whatever. It's as much as I can ever get out of Milo.

“I’ll take it, you ass.”

“You will take it in the ass?”

“No!” I yell at him, feeling mortified. I punch him on the chest. Mily laughs and gives me a suggestive look. I am sure my cheeks are turning bright red. We have never talked aboutthat.

We haven’t even had sex the normal way yet. I mean, we have, but as far as I am concerned our first time after all these years will be when we both agree to it. I am focused on starting new.

However, to start new I need clarification on our current relationship. The last time we were together, I waited for Milo to address it. Not this time.

Milo continuous to allow our families to believe that we are a couple, but we have never discussed it.

Personally, labels make no difference because I know what he means to me. I am happy to oblige if it’s important to him as long as he can also give me what I need in a relationship.

So, I need to clarify the things I want out of a relationship.

“Don’t move,” he suddenly whispers before I can state my intentions.

“Why?”

“Just stay there,” he barks another order before jumping off the bed.

I roll my eyes at his domineering tone. “Just stay there… please,” I correct.

Milo makes a beeline to the bathroom before tossing over his shoulder, “Yes, yes. You are trying to teach me how to talk to you like you are my equal. Noted.”