Page 15 of Lilah

"Lilah."

Lilah?

"It'sDe-lilah and that's my middle name. You're not the greatest listener in the world if I can say so myself," I tell him, holding back a small smile.

"Lilah," he decides in a final warning tone.

To be completely honest, it kinda tickles my pickle.

"Can I call you what I want?" I bite my lip to hold back the biggest smile in the world. Oh, this is just too good.

"No," his eyes fall down to my lips but I ignore that, now unhappy at the fact that I can't call him what I want to.

"I was going to call you Sugar."

There's a perfectly amazing reason behind the name Sugar. And it's not because Sugar is a cool stripper name.

'Sugar' fits him spectacularly because behind all that saltiness, I know he's got a least a little bit of sugar in him.

It may take some digging but I'm sure it's there.

I didn't notice the harshest glare that I think I've ever seen being sent my way.

He shoves past me harshly, knocking me back into a metal rack. Pain explodes where every lash my father sent me islocated and I look up to the ceiling trying not to have a heart attack.

"What's wrong with you?" he pulls me off and away from the rack, glaring down at me.

Well excuse me, you're the one who knocked me into it.

He's like a bull in a china closet and I need to get out of here. I can only take but so many of his hateful glares. My big girl britches are slowly falling off.

"Is the person out there gone?" I recover from the pain but he still looks at me, a deep frown on his face.

"Yeah," he mumbles and I walk toward the door to leave. I feel his presence behind me as I look out the window to make sure no one will see us exiting the employees only door.

A second later, I feel his hand touch the small of my back.

I would blush but his hand on my back causes another wave of pain. I hiss and jump forward.

"Lilah-" I ignore him and just walk out the door, with him following close behind.

My heart does take a small skip at what he's decided on calling me.

I grab my keys from the table, which thankfully, were not stolen.

Thank you, Jesus.

Even better than that, my milkshake is still here. I bet it's melted into a more creamy milkshake but at least it's still here.

"Don't fucking walk away from me," Grey grumbles, following me as I walk out of Momma's Milkshakes.

"What happened to you?" he questions, his dark eyebrows pull into a deep frown as he steps in front of me.

I consider doing what he did to me and bulldozing right through him. It wouldn't work out well for me, I'd ricochet off of him.

"What do you mean?" I question him, admittedly playing dumb but not making it obvious.

"Don't be stupid," he glares.