There are a ton of things I could say back, but the truth is, he’s probably right and I can’t afford to argue with him right now.
“Fine, have it your way” I smile.
I take in the way his damp hair drips from the loose ends he missed when he tied it back and how his muscles make his torn, almost see-through t-shirt look way to small. He’s gorgeous, and I can’t help but stare at his ass in his jeans while he crouches to tuck his laces into his shoes.
“Are you ready?” he laughs. “Or are you just gonna stand there staring at me like usual?”
“I can’t help it; you are way to fucking hot for your own good… no wonder Satan wants you so badly.”
“Well that’s too bad,” he emphasises, his eyes glistening. “Satan can’t possibly hate-fuck me the way I know you can, so she’s shit out of luck. Now, if I were you, I’d get that sexy ass moving before it ends up bent over the sofa and at the mercy of this dick.”
I take that as a solid warning, slip on my sandals, and make my way out the door.
Passing one of the Azalea bushes, Pax stops and picks one of the flowers, and I shake my head at him.
“Are you trying to get murdered? You know she’ll kill you if she catches you messing with her prized Azalea’s.”
“No,” he laughs, “she only chucks shit at your head, not mine… but don’t worry, I’ll protect you!”
I roll my eyes as he tucks my hair behind my ear and places the flower in the fold.
“You know, Whiskey, if you weren’t so easy to love, I’d slap you right now,” I mutter. “Now get in there and check if the coast is clear please.”
He smiles his you said you love me smile, all proud as he enters through the kitchen and waves me in.
“It’s clear, there’s no sign of the demon or her hellhound,” he teases.
I scan the kitchen, tell him to keep quiet, and grab his hand, dragging him behind me through the sitting room, past the front foyer, and up the stairs to my room.
Not seeing Natasha along the way, I shut the door behind us and open the closet. There is literally over five hundred outfits, plus my shoe collection, belt collection, and purse collection. I feel like an idiot for having all of this crap, knowing I haven’t worn even a quarter of it.
“Grab that backpack from the coat hook,” I tell Pax, pointing to it.
He does and holds it open as I pull a few things off of the hangars and shove them inside.
“Remember the night you snuck me in, and I slept in this closet?” he whispers.
“I do… and we weren’t sleeping,” I retell, “and my dad busted us because you kept pounding me so hard, I ripped the shelf down.”
“I know,” he says, all pleased with himself. “Want to do it again?”
“No… we need to get my stuff and get out of here.”
“That would be a good plan,” Mother interrupts. “I’ll be turning this room into a gym. Good morning, Pax. I’d say it’s nice to see you with your clothes on, but I’d be lying.”
I shove the bag into his arms and push him out of the closet.
“Just take it downstairs while I talk with her.”
He looks at me and then at her, presumably noting she doesn’t have a glass in her hand.
“I’ll wait in the hall.”
Satan checks out his ass as he leaves, and she shuts the door behind him.
“So, dear, I have news,” she’s states. “Gabe is planning to take me on a little trip next week. I think he might propose.”
I laugh and tilt my head.
“That’s doubtful, Mother. You’ve only been together for a couple of weeks.”
“Long enough to know he’s a good man, wouldn’t you say?”
Her arrogant face makes me want to barf, and I’d love to tell her how her “good man” let me suck his dick.
“Sure, whatever you say… I just came to get a few things though, so if you wouldn’t mind…”
She opens the door and gestures at me to walk ahead of her, and then my heart stops as I exchange stares with Gabe.
“Whiskey and I were just leaving,” I mention, grabbing Pax’s arm.
“Nonsense,” Mother says, “Natasha is about to start breakfast; why don’t the two of you join us?”
“What? Why?” I swallow.
“So, we can chat about the trip of course… right, Gabe?”
I glance at Gabe and he nods.
“Right… I’m taking your mother somewhere very special,” Gabe confirms.
“Interesting,” I mumble, turning to Pax. As usual, he says nothing and just stands there monitoring the situation.
“Pax and I are busy we have prior engagements,” I blabber out.
“No we don’t. Breakfast sounds good… we’ll be down in a few minutes.”
My mouth parts, and I frown at Pax, appalled.
“Well don’t take your time,” Mother says. “You know I hate it when the food sits uncovered for too long.”
She takes Gabe’s offered arm and they head downstairs.
“What the fuck, Pax?” I hiss, smacking him on the bicep.
“What?” he smiles. “I’m hungry and I want to hear about the trip.”
“Cut the crap. Why do you want to suffer through a meal with those two?”
“Why not? I thought you said the lawyer schmuck is a descent person.”
“He is! But it doesn’t mean I want to sit down to breakfast with them and act like we are a family for shit’s sake!”
“Oh, come on, if we are going to stick around here for another three and a half years, we might as well try to make the best of it. And I promise, if anything comes flying
