I need to remind him.
I stand in front of the fucking desk crossing my arms, lifting my chin staring into his beautiful lime-green eyes. I stand in front of him, taking in his stone face.
Damn.
The bastard is fucking gorgeous, but I can’t allow that to distract me.
Demon leans back into the black leather chair, holding onto the armrests tight. His biceps bulge as he moves.
When did he get so damn muscular?
It’s like I just blinked, and he’s now a fucking badass biker.
I look up, and I see that the side muscle on his face twitches as he grinds his molars.
Yeah, the fucker is pissed off.
Too fucking bad.
“We need to talk, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on with us,” I hiss, moving my hand between us.
“Halo, stop. You still have a few more years of school. I’m too fucking busy with the MC.”
“Fuck you, Demon! You’ve been playing me, and I know that you love me. What’s the problem,” I yell, and my lower lip trembles.
“What’s my fucking problem? Look around! My life has imploded, I’m now the Prez, and I have a shit ton of bullshit to wade through. Plus, you need to focus on school; the MC needs you, and I need you.”
I’m so pissed, but at the same time, the “I need you” gets to me. I walk around the desk, run my fingers through his hair, gaze into his eyes, and whisper.
“That’s fucked up, Ash, because I don’t see how all of this shit will interfere with us, you and me. We can do this together, andit fucking pisses me off that you’re putting me aside, second to everything else.”
Demon grinds his molars, pulls me onto his lap, and cups my face, gazing into my eyes. Of fucking course, the man is hard, so ready for me, and I love it. But I need to get some answers before anything.
“Baby, you know damn well that the MC is between us and always will be. You’re an MC brat, so why in the hell are you giving me grief?”
I bite my lower lip to stop me from screaming. He’s driving me crazy, and I don’t know why I’m still with the big oaf. I stare at him, and my soul yells. Yeah, he’s part of me, and I’ll always be here for him, no matter how much I bitch. It’s all about being the Old Lady, I know it, but when?
“Ash, when in the fuck are you going to make me your Old Lady? This is fucked up!”
“Baby, when we’re ready. I don’t want to put any extra on our plates. We’re together and always will be together; you’re mine. I love you.”
“That’s not going to work for me,” I hum, poking his hard chest with my sharp fingernail.
“Halo, it fucking has to work. I can’t make you my Old Lady now; I have a lot of shit to do for the MC and the Brothers, not to mention my sisters and yours. And on top of opening a couple of businesses to increase our income.
The Brothers will start getting an Old Lady, and MC brats will be running around. I want the Brothers to be able to provide for their family.
I want the MC to be more than it’s ever been. All of the Brothers are family. We have a few older Brothers, and it would help them in their old age. I want to make a difference; can you understand that?”
Well hell!
When he puts it that way, I feel so damn stupid. I know that he’s going to be an amazing Prez.
“I’m sorry to doubt you, but I’m getting tired of waiting. It’s been years; it’s like we’re a freaking old married couple. I want to start our own family to set goals for us. But I do get it, and I’ll wait,” I huff, shifting on his lap to straddle him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and stare at him.
“Don’t fucking be playing me because I will kill you,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
