Chapter 23
Devon
I left Caydence to do her thing the other day, but today is different. Today I’m waiting for her at my place. I know she’ll be coming anytime now, and so I wait.
I pace the floor in front of the door, watching her location on my phone. She doesn’t know that I have a tracking device on her phone either, but I need to know where she is at all times. I need to know that she’s safe, and this is how I’ll do that.
When I see the dot pulling into the driveway, I slide the phone back in my pocket and pull the front door open. She climbs out of the car and comes storming toward me.
“Where is it?” she yells. “Where the hell is my stuff?”
“Nice to see you too.”
“I mean it, Devon! Where’s my stuff?”
“Where it belongs.”
“Which is where?” she snaps at me. I love her like this. Angry as fuck.
“Here.”
“You moved all my stuff here? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I think we both know the answer to that,” I tell her. She knows I’m a little unhinged when it comes to her, so this shouldn’t come as a shock either.
“You can’t do this. You can’t just move me in with you!”
“I already did.”
“Fuck, Devon! What the fuck is the matter with you? You went over there, packed all my stuff, and had it brought here?”
“Basically. What you didn’t need, I left.”
“Did you ever think that maybe you should ask me if I wanted to live with you?” she yells.
“I didn’t think it would make much of a difference if I did ask,” I tell her.
“What? Why wouldn’t it? I wasn’t ready for this!” she screams angrily at me. I slide my hands into my pockets as she stomps around the room. She’s yelling and tugging at her hair, which is all very sexy to me.
“Everything you need is here,” I declare.
“You didn’t bother to ask me, Devon! I live with Megan,” she roars.
“Not anymore.”
“You know what, move it back. You don’t get to make all my decisions for me. Move it back,” she demands. That’s cute. Her thinking she can tell me what to do. Me, of all people.
“I’m not moving anything back.”
“Yeah, you are. Move it all back!”
“I already said I wasn’t doing that.”
“You don’t get to dictate my life,” she screams as she shoves at my chest. I don’t move, but at last she tries.
“This was bound to happen.”
“Was it? Maybe one day, but not this soon.”
