Her Plan

Demitri

I glare at her, which only makes her smile harder and got I want to fuck her, but I can't.

"Get it off and put something appropriate on," I growl, and she laughs.

"This is appropriate. I'm going to go meet Yas," she leans forward and kisses my cheek before turning and walking towards the door.

"Demi," I call out, and she laughs.

"Later."

Later? Fucking later. I turn and see my dad and Paul staring at her. "Stop fucking looking!" I turn and look towards the door. I could just go with her and kidnap her until she sees sense.

"She won that," Paul laughs, and I glare at him.

"Won what?" There was nothing to win.

"The whole argument. Either way, she wins. You follow her, she wins twice, you don't, and she wins because you let her leave like that." He sits, smirking.

"You moved her in without her having a choice. She took back her control, so now what?" My dad looks at me. Now, I want to go after her and drag her back and force her to put real clothes on.

"You realise if you chase a