More Than Just My Weekend Lover

Chapter 9

I woke up to a phone ringing. I tried to glance at my alarm clock but an arm kept me in place. As last night's events came back to me, I pushed the covers back. Devereaux was sleeping peacefully. His hair was in his face as his head rested on my pillow. His phone was going crazy on my bedside table. I grabbed the phone and shook him. He opened one eye. A smile appeared on his face when he saw me.

"Your phone is ringing," I said softly.

He frowned but took the phone from me. He rolled over onto his back and answered the phone. I climbed out of bed and threw on my robe. I opened the door to the smell of bacon and coffee. I left Devereaux to his phone call and filled my mug. Femise and Viveka stopped talking. They watched me as I moved around the kitchen.

"I hate you and I'm moving out," I said dumping creamer and sugar into the cup.

"What," V asked shocked.

"Stop staring at me every time I come out of my room."

"Sorry," Femi said and laughed.

"Well good morning to you too. I see you still ain't got none," V said.

"It's too early to even deal with you," I said, pouring Devereaux a cup of coffee.

Devereaux was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was off the phone but his face was unreadable.

"Coffee," I asked.

"Thanks. I think that's the first time I ever just slept in someone else's bed," he said, drinking the coffee.

I shook my head and laughed.

"It's not like we've never spent the night together. There just weren't so many clothes," I said.

Devereaux reached for my hand. He pulled me to him. Our coffee cups were abandoned on the bedside table. Devereaux pressed his lips to mine slowly.

"Normally, I would suggest we lose the clothes," Devereaux trailed off.

"But? Did something happen," I asked.

"Yeah. Travis is outta surgery. He's alive...Stable. I should probably go to the hospital," he said.

He seemed uncomfortable.

"Do you want me to go with you," I asked, pushing his hair up out of his face.

"If you didn't, I might just end up sitting in the parking lot instead of going to see my best friend," he said, honestly.

"Of course, I'll go," I said kissing him again.

"Did I tell you I love you," he asked softly.

"Yeah, like 20 times last night," I said.

After I got dressed and found him a shirt to put on, we went to his apartment. He threw on some real clothes. I noticed that he had the picture of us at his grandfather's house on his dresser. We took his other car, a little black Acura, to the hospital. As we parked and got out, I could see the apprehension in his face.

"It's going to be fine, Devereaux," I said reassuringly.

"I know, ma. I just remember my daddy dragging me down the hall to where my mama was," he shook his head before he could complete the thought.

I took his hand and led him inside. We went over to the information desk.

"Hi. We're looking for Travis Davon's room," I said.

"Are you family," the woman asked.

"Yeah. I'm his brother Devereaux," he said in an authoritative voice, almost daring her to say something.