“Mama, I don’t have any fixed plans. Maybe to the club,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
“Girl, you’re only looking for trouble. Demon will not like it,” Mama Bear hisses, moving her head from side to side.
“So what? He’s too busy; he won’t even miss me.”
“I don’t want you to give up on him. It’s been lots of years, and you know that he loves you,” Mama Bear says, waving her hand and pointing her finger at me.
“Mama, I’m waiting on him, but if he takes too long, I’m gone.”
“Halo, you will do no such thing. Calm the fuck down and wait for Demon! That’s what an Old Lady does.”
“Mama, I’m not his Old Lady!”
“Yeah, you are. He’s going to make it official soon, I know it. Besides, I know that Grizzly warned them not to go near you girls. I know that Demon struggles with it, and it must be why he tries to stay away from you, but the boy loves you.”
“Right,” I hum, rolling my eyes.
“I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”
“Night.”
I grab my cell and walk into the living room. I turn on my laptop and fill out the application to intern for Mr. Banks. I would like to work as an intern. I would learn a lot, and the experience would be priceless. Yes, I hope I do get it, but I don’t want to work with stupid John.
Fuck!
I’m careful in saying anything to Demon, I don’t want him to kill the asshat.
I push off the sofa and walk to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator because I’m starving. I grab the beer, and I don’t feel like making anything. I open the beer and take a drink.
My cell beeps, so I walk over to grab it from the coffee table. I slide my finger over the screen.
Demon ~ Baby, come here.
Fucker!
Baby, come here.
Asshat!
Halo ~ Here?
I chew my lip, waiting for him to respond.
Demon ~ My room.
Right.
I walk out of the apartment, down the hall, and down the stairs exiting into the first floor next to Demon’s office. I turn and walk down the hall stopping at his bedroom door. I knock and wait for the man to open it.
Demon opens the door, turns up his lips, and grabs my arm, pulling me inside his room.
“Baaaa . . . by. I’m so happy that you’re here,” he says, closing and locking the door.
“Yeah, it’s fucking late and you’re drunk!”
“Baby. . . . don’t be mad. I love you.”
“Right, but you don’t have time for me!”
