"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Isaiah
When I was told that I would be coming here to keep an eye on Damon's bride-to-be, I didn't think he meant I would have to be around her 24/7.
Because she's getting on my fucking nerves and it's only been a two hours. I'm seconds away from leaving her stranded and going home.
When I first saw her I assumed she would be one of those quiet and shy girls but she's anything but. She's gorgeous and has a really nice ass but she has a smart ass mouth, she's stubborn and too damn nosy for her own good. That alone surpasses her beauty.
She kept asking questions over and over and that was not in my job description. How old are you? Why do you have a gun? What's your last name? Do you like pizza or burgers? Cats or dogs? Like what the actual fuck? I tried to keep my answers as short as possible and I didn't tell her my last name, that was something she didn't need to know at the moment. I told her I have a gun for protection, I told her my age, I said I preferred pizza and that I liked cats.
The look on her face was adorable.
And who the fuck gets their nails done for two hours straight? I'm tired of smelling chemicals and sitting in this small ass chair while waiting for her to be done.
She showed me a picture of what she wants done and it didn't seem that difficult. They were short and painted a neutral pink color with white tips. She said they're called 'French tips' or some shit like that. But if they're so short why does it take so long?
I probably stood up about five times just to see if she was almost done and each time she would tell me to give her a few more minutes. The woman who was doing her nails kept glaring at me like I was doing something wrong. Am I?
The last time I checked, she was still getting them painted. This shit is so dumb.
Thankfully my phone rang so I had an excuse to step outside. I caught Zariah's eye and pointed to the door signaling that I'll be right back and she nods.
I press answer and put my phone up to my ear and walked out the door. "What?" I said simply.
"Good to hear from you too." Damon chuckles on the other end. "I was calling to see how things were going."
"Do you care or did father tell you to call me?" I rose a brow. He goes silent on the other end, telling me all I needed to know. "Thought so."
