“What the fuck is that?!” she shrieked and pointed.
When we all turned to look, she jumped off the bed and sprinted to her walk-in closet, slamming the door and locking it. War and I immediately ran over to her closet and pounded furiously on the door.
“Hello? Hello? 9-1-1 speaking. What is your emergency?” she called out.
“Yeah, we should’ve expected that. That was our fault.” Con nodded and chuckled to himself as he put his hands behind his head, still sitting in her bed, enjoying himself as he watched War and me try to coax her out of the closet.
“Little goddess, it's unfair of you to take this opportunity away from us,” War said, then growled when she just laughed at him. She started making a loud ruckus in that room, like she was reorganizing the whole damn thing by throwing around boxes. What the fuck was she doing in there?
“You come out here right now or I will smack your bottom so red you won't be able to sit down for a week!” I tried to threaten, but I’d obviously forgotten who I was talking to.
“Promises, promises! I will believe it when I see it, D-Dog!”
Oh, fuck no.That would not be my nickname. I hated it so much that I turned around, clenched my fists and bellowed in frustration. I wanted my damn answers.
Fame smoothly walked up to the door, his pants already on and his shirt over his shoulders, but not buttoned, as he knocked on the door.
“Heeeellllloooo,” she called out in a funny voice.
He took a deep breath, then spoke calmly. “What if we come to an agreement, princess?”
That seemed to calm her down, and I heard her shuffle towards the door.
“What kind of agreement, Dom Dom man?” a soft muffled voice asked.
He closed his eyes, exhaling as he fought the smirk forming on his lips at her new nickname for him; he continued like she hadn't called him that.
“What if we agree to cap the questions… How about three questions that you have to answer honestly, and…” He paused, thinking about what we could give her to get her to come out. “And we will give you three questions.”
“Three questions each or three questions for the group?” she whispered accusingly through the crack in the door.
He looked at each of us. Con shrugged and mouthedgroup, War gave him a look, raising his eyes to the ceiling like he didn’t give a flying fuck, and then Fame’s gaze landed on me. I was having a hard time with this because there were some things I still felt raw about, and I didn't want her to see those insecurities… but I also wanted to have my questions answered.
“Only if we get three questions apiece from her. Make it even,” I answered, hoping on everything evil and good, that she would take the deal.
Before Fame could even say a word, she swung the door open and came out in leggings and a T-shirt that said,Don’t give a fuck today.It was also on backwards.
“Deal!” She went up to each of us separately, stuck out her hand as she started to mumble about how she appreciated making this joint venture a success, and sealed the deal with magic on each shake.
She started to walk to the door, sashaying her hips in an exaggerated move that made her trip on her own legs and face plant. We all took a step towards her to help her, but she popped back up, hair flying everywhere as she yelled, “I'm okay!”
War stomped up to her side. His hand flexed as he moved to grab her arm, but he yanked it back before she saw. I'm sure he realized that a power drunk mate with Hell powers at her fingertips would not be easily manhandled, so he went for a softer approach.
He wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her as he nuzzled into her neck. She let out a little moan of appreciation as her hand slid up the side of his face.
“Now, little goddess, where do you think you are going?”
She whipped her head back to look at him, glaring as she snarled, “I am Queen of Hell, aren't I? Reggie said I had queen duties. I'm going to go take care of them.” She moved towards the door again, but I had an idea.
“I have a question for you, baby.” She slowly turned around and frowned at me. Then she stomped back over to where I was. She slapped her hand onto her hip as she cocked it to one side.
“Ask away, D-Dog.”
I glowered right back at her. I knew she knew I hated that nickname. I could just feel it in my bones. I didn't play her game, though, because if we started fighting, she would just make moves to leave again. So I took a chapter out of Fame’s book and drank in a deep breath, then I looked around the floor for my pants. This would be a pants-on conversation.
I went around the bed to find them, feeling her eyes rake all over my skin, and I didn't hate it. I even caught myself flexing my ass because I’d seen the way she looked at Fame's. I might not have a big buns butt like him, but mine was not flat as a board either.
She let out a low whistle as she started to humBack That Azz Upby Juvenile, and I fought very hard not to laugh. Con and War, on the other hand, didn't get that memo and started to sing the chorus. Con was shimming his shoulders in bed, War was swaying his hips, as we all watched Lillian stumble around as she danced, shaking her ass every which way to their voices as she belted out the lyrics.
