Demon's Dream

by Elle Kayson

I was about to respond until I felt the tingling that let me know eyes were on me. My body tensed as my eyes darted around and nervous anticipation flooded me. Only one person could cause that response, that strange sense of awareness. Still, I almost jumped out of my skin when a possessive hand cupped the back of my neck, and the tantalizing smell of Dior Sauvage greeted my nostrils.

Oh boy!

I guess fucking him made her brave, though, because my five-foot-four, never-fought-a-day-in-her-life sister looked up at this muhfuckin’ killer, who towered over her by at least a foot, and said, “No. I’m not ready.” I laid my head back on the table and prayed.

“Nah,” Demon said, looking toward Jordan’s father. “She good.” I decided right then that he was going to be my brother-in-law and best friend. And then, I was standing in front of Smoke. Smiling, he held out a hand to me. I took it.

Bestie! This was too cute!

Suddenly, a chill tripped over my skin and the familiar scent of Sauvage teased my nose. “Give that nigga his phone back,” Damien ordered quietly.

His presence always known by her before she spots him.

“He don’t need to talk to yo’ ass. Ain’t nobody gon’ fuck with that little nigga and you ain’t about to make him pussy. Y’all come eat breakfast,” Damien ordered from behind me.

Lol, Damien checkin’ his slick little brother, Kam

“Damn, Ms. Celie, Nettie ain’t been gone that long,” Damien said dryly.

😂😂

Ugh! I hated when he said my name like that! Crossing my arms over my chest, I sat back.

With such command

I didn’t miss the smile that decorated my grandfather’s face, though. He really liked this crazy ass nigga.

Respect

But already the telltale tingles were erupting over my body and butterflies took flight in my stomach. I spotted Damien seconds later

Again, feeling his presence before seeing him

“I can’t go with a headboard imprint on my forehead,” I whined, feeling my panties being pushed over. “You better try bangs,” he suggested.

This dude!! 😂😂

Finally, he spoke. “Do you want me to stay here?” I shrugged. “Do you wanna stay here? It’s on you.” More sketching. Then, “My stuff already here and I don’t like to pack. I could stay, I guess.” He didn’t even look up, acted like he didn’t give a fuck one way or another. I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath until he spoke. “That’s cool,” I said, playing that shit off, too.

Love the tough brotherly love between the two

Her text while they were on the way to that fucking clinic was much appreciated. Bestie, indeed.

He’s accepting the bestie title

sucked in another, this time more sharply as goosebumps beaded my skin and butterflies went wild in my stomach. Slowly, I let my eyes flutter open. Damien Montana gazed at me from across the table.

Again!!! Feeling his presence

“You need to get our girl back. Let me give you some tips.” He threw an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t worry, awkward big brother. I got you.”

Lol, this little dude!

“The couch in the sitting room pulls out. There’s a blanket in the closet,” she murmured when I stepped into the bedroom. “Okay,” I replied before slipping into her bed.

I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me. Things with Damien could be so great… If only he could love me.

“You killed him for pussy that was never gon’ be yours,” she said, her voice cracking, before she fired two shots into his head and one in his dick. That shit made me jump a little because I knew it hurt, even though it was done after death. His ghost felt that shit

because I felt it in my spirit from just watching it.