“It's legal enough. While it was in the purchasing contract, it was also repeated and outlined in a separate legal document that was then notarized, confirming we understand what happens if we break that specific bylaw of the Inner Village. It was…” Foxx’s head tilted. “Also in the contract you signed when you moved in here.”
Yeah, he really should have read that before signing. Yet, interestingly enough, it wasn’t a deterrent when it came to wanting to live here. In fact, it was more of a plus.
Yes…he was decided. Harlow would start looking for possible land options for development in the Inner Village. Though, he really did need to find that contract and read it.
Tony stood. “Then…do what you think is best. Stay safe. Try to return to normal activities. You are back on break, officially. Unofficially, you are trying to keep out of sight of others until the council tries whatever they are going to try. Watch your asses. We will be in touch.”
“We will definitely be in touch!” Charity chimed. “Oh, Harlow, you really should replace your phone.”
Harlow grunted in response, saying nothing as Foxx said his goodbyes and the two left.
“We should stay inside?—”
“We should live our lives,” he said, cutting Foxx off. “They will know when they know. Us staying in won’t change that.”
“Let me finish! We should stay inside until you have mastered pretending to be human.”
“Why?”
“Because waiting on the council to act or not doesn’t change the fact that any vampire who recognizes what you are will likelyreact violently, or will report you to the council. Like, we really don’t need a fucking phone call trail about you.”
Harlow sighed. “Can’t I just pretend to be a vampire?”
“You could…” Foxx smiled, slowly approaching him. “But if you master being human…” The vampire’s hands slid up from his stomach to his pecks, the man staring up at him now with his large aqua green eyes. “Just think about how much fun you could have fucking with other paranormals’ heads when you reveal otherwise?”
Chuckling darkly, he tugged Foxx tight against his body, drawing a gasp from the man. “Can’t argue with that logic, brat.”
Foxx giggled. “Didn’t think you would, old man.”
“Let’s start tomorrow though.”
“Tomorrow? Wait… Isn’t that…psychologist coming tomorrow?”
“Ah, fuck, I forgot!” Harlow growled. “Well, I’m still too fucking tired to start today.” He yawned, not to drive the point home, but just because he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Their sleep had been cut short, and they’d been running for hours now.
“We could cancel?” Foxx said, a bit too happily. “Then we can just sleep through tomorrow!”
“No.” Harlow gave the man a peck on the nose. “Nice try though.”
The vampire whined.
Smirking, he picked the man up, which did little to stop his whining. “Come on, brat. Let’s fucking sleep. And I do mean sleep.”
“What are you doing?”
Pausing from rolling the ball of dough between his hands, Foxx glanced up at the dhampir. Harlow was freshly showered and looking…fuckable with his wet hair, but Foxx was way too nervous to really enjoy the view.
The man started to frown as he continued to stare.
What did Harlow even have to complain about?! Foxx was the one who was stressed! Well, he could be being hunted by the council at this very moment, but…like…that wasn’t an immediate problem!
“Well?” the dhampir rasped, eyeing Foxx like he was losing it.
Foxx was the one to frown now… Well, what?
Wait, no! The man had asked a question! Fuck…what had he asked? Oh! Right… What was he doing…? “Umm, I’m…making sugar cookies.”
“Why are you making cookies right before Wes is supposed to arrive?”
