Demitri
I glare at her, which only makes her smile harder, and god, I want to f**k her, but I can't.
“Get it off and put something appropriate on,” I growl, and she laughs.
“This is appropriate. I'm going to go meet Yas,” she leans forward and kisses my cheek before turning and walking towards the door.
“Demi,” I call out, and she laughs.
“Later.”
Later? f*****g later. I turn and see my dad and Paul staring at her. “Stop f*****g looking!” I turn and look towards the door. I could just go with her and kidnap her until she sees sense.
“She won that,” Paul laughs, and I glare at him.
“Won what?” There was nothing to win.
“The whole argument. Either way, she wins. You follow her, she wins twice, you don't, and she wins because you let her leave like that.” He sits, smirking.
“You mov
