Mia POV

Mia threw up her hands. “What has any of this got to do with what you want?”

“Willison’s a player—”

“Was a player,” Mia said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I know all about Willison’s past and his reputation. None of that matters to me.”

Smith snorted. “How can none of it matter to you? He’s slept with hundreds—”

Now it was Mia’s turn to snort. “It doesn’t matter how many people he’s been with,” Miasaid. “All that matters is that I’m the last woman he’s with.”

“You love him? Despite everything you know about him?”

“Fucking hell, Smith, are you listening to yourself? This is your...