Why does this feel like goodbye?

POV

Millie

I'm sitting on the black leather couch in the living room with my phone in my hands browsing through Amazon when the front door flies open revealing a very frantic X.

He rushes past me in a hurry not even looking at me as he does so.

I'm perked up on the couch wondering what just happened to him while he was gone for that half hour.

"X?" I call out to him.

"What?" He says from somewhere in the house.

"What's wrong?" I ask genuinely concerned.

"Nothing. I have to shower and go to the club." He says sounding occupied.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I ask even though it's the last thing I want to do.

"NO!" He says sternly.

What is his deal? What an ass.

He comes out from the hallway with a towel in hand, preparing for his shower.

He walks over and kneels in from of me dropping the towel to the floor and taking both of his tatted hands just behind my ears and looks me straight in my eyes in a serious manner.

"I need you to listen to me baby, okay? I need you to stay here, in the penthouse, this weekend. Don't leave for anything or anyone." He says and it's starting to scare me.

"But I have plans to hang out with Steph tomorrow," I say.

"No." He says shaking his head. "You do not leave here. There are dangerous people in this house right now and I don't want them to know about you. There are enough girls to work tomorrow so I'll let Alina, Ellie, and whoever else you want to hang out with come up here. I'll make sure food is sent up and whatever you want to drink is in the wine cellar, but you do not by any means walk out this door, are we clear?" He says and I'm full blown freaked out now.

He puts his head down looking almost sad now.

"There's one another thing. I want to be transparent with you Millie, in order to make a deal with a potential partner, I need to hang out with his daughter, Aspen, for the weekend, so I'm not going to be around much. She means nothing to me, but I want to be honest with you about that." He says regretfully.

"What?! No!" I say panicked.

"I have to baby, there's nothing I'd rather do than be here with you, but I need this deal to go through."

I cover my face with my hands absolutely hating these circumstances, but at the same time, appreciating his honesty.

He moves my hands away from my face, "I'm sorry baby, please don't hate me." He says with distress in his voice.

"I don't hate you," I say with uneasiness.

"I have to get ready now, okay?" He takes my hand in his, kissing my knuckles and I nod.

He gets up and walks away to go get showered and ready for another girl.

I'm feeling beyond heartbroken right now but I need to remember that he's not doing this, particularly because he wants to, but more so that he needs to, it doesn't stop the flip-flopping that my stomach is doing though.

I sit cross-legged on the couch not quite sure what to do with myself.

X comes out from the hallway and I could just cry right now. He looks incredible, he's wearing dark jeans with a tighter-fitting white shirt creating a perfect contrast against his tattoos. His hair is perfectly styled and his eyes appear greener than ever, he's wearing his silver watch and looking like a million bucks, but not for me, for Aspen.

"Why do you have to look so good right now?" I ask almost pleading for him to transform himself into something, less, him.

"Don't worry baby, all of this is yours, remember that." He says seriously. "Come here," he gestures.

I run over to him and he embraces me in a tight hug. I'm holding back tears the best I can, at least until he leaves.

"Look at me baby," he gently demands and I do so.

"Everything is going to be okay, it's just a couple of days." He tries to reassure.

"I have an awful feeling about this, X," I say with a raspy, holding back tears way.

He puts both hands on my face, with thumbs near my eyes, knowing I may drop a tear at a moments notice and his thumbs are there to catch it when it falls.

"Please don't," he whispers a beg, putting his forehead to mine.

I lose the battle, a stream of tears falls down my face knowing nothing good could come from this.

"I'll keep my phone right in my pocket, I'll text you all day and keep you in the loop, I'll try to come up here as much as I can, this is just something I need to do." He says with heartache in his voice for me.

"Okay," I whisper back.

He wipes away my tears and kisses me with so much passion as if it will be the last.

He slowly pulls away from me, cradles the handle of the front door, looks back at me with a small smile, and leaves.

Why does this feel like goodbye?