Page 16 of Seven Minutes

After drying off, he hands me another shirt and a pair of black sweats to wear and of course, they’re giant on me.

When I turn around, Damon is walking out of his closet, dressed, unfortunately. He takes my hand in his, as we make our way downstairs in the direction of all the noises.

“Fucking finally, you sex balls are up,” Ace says as we enter the kitchen. I notice the house is spotless. I thought seeing him and Roman would be weird after last night, but oddly, it’s not. I feel comfortable around all of them. I look around the room for Seb, but he’s probably out doing what crazy people do.

“Marie just left. Said she’d be back later to do laundry.” The counters are clear of all red cups and liquor bottles, the floor has been mopped, and it looks like everything is stocked with food again.

I make my way over to the bar stool and plop down as Damon hands me a muffin and a hot cup of coffee. “I figured you’d like that sweet shit, so I put a splash of milk and sugar in it for you.” He comes to stand behind me, his hands moving toward my hips.

I take a sip of my coffee, moaning at the taste, and the room falls silent.

“Moan like that one more time, and I’ll have you spread out on the counter, eating you for breakfast while Ace watches.” My breath hitches because I know he’s not lying. Ace lets out a low whistle as the doorbell rings. I’m assuming Roman or Sebanswer it because the next thing I know, a screaming Becca is walking into the kitchen.

“Found her outside,” Roman says as he releases his grip on Becca’s arm.

“What the fuck isthat bitch stilldoing here? I thought it was just a one-night thing?” she seethes in my direction. Roman is standing right behind her with an annoyed look on his face. He really does not like people.

I place my cup on the counter.

Everyone stands still.

Waiting.

I stand, pushing the stool out from under me as I make my way around the kitchen island. Becca takes a step back before Seb stands behind her, blocking her from moving.

“The real question is why are you here, Becca?” I ask, crossing my arms.

“What do you mean? Damon is mine. He only wanted you because you were an easy lay. Spreading your legs for anyone with a dick. I gave him some time to cool off, and now I’m back, so you can leave now.” Her hands ball into fists.

“Tell her, Damon. Tell her you don’t want her.” She moves from her spot and goes to where he’s been standing.

I can’t help the anger that takes over. Without thinking, I lunge for her. My fist connects with her cheek. Her screams hit my ears, but I don’t stop. I wrap her hair in my fist and use all my force to throw her to the floor. Moving so I’m straddling her hips, I lean down close to her face. “Damon was yours and you lost him. He wants nothing to do with you. You should try and remember that, or I’ll break your fucking nose and watch you bleed out, Becca.”

Her eyes grow wide with fear as she tries to get out from under me. But of course, she doesn't give up. “Damon doesn’t want you! He only wanted to fuck you!”

My fist goes flying again and I make good on my promise. I watch as the blood leaks from her nose, but she takes advantage of my distraction to swing at me, and her fist hits my jaw. My face swings to the side. Before I can land another hit, arms are being wrapped around me from behind, and I’m being yanked off her.

That doesn't stop me from trying to get back to her, but Ace holds me firmly. When I look back over at Damon, there’s a smirk on his face. Becca gets up from her place on the ground and goes to wrap her arms around his waist, looking for comfort.“See. Told you.” She looks over her shoulder at me, giving me an ugly smile. But Damon doesn’t let her touch him. He leans down close enough to her ear and whispers something I can’t hear as Ace releases me.

My chest is heaving with anger. I take a step back before turning to leave the room. I don’t want to deal with this right now.

Before I can make it out of the room, Roman is blocking the door, shaking his head.

He nods toward Becca and Damon. When I turn back around, the first thing I notice is Becca’s face has lost all its color as Damon smiles. He grabs her by the shoulders and turns her so she’s facing us.

“Now you see, Tate is the only one for me. The only one I have eyes for.” He looks up, finding my eyes. “So, remember Becca, before you open your disgusting mouth in front of me again. Don’t forget who you truly are. And if you’re as dumb as you look, I’ll tell you slowly, so you understand.You. Are. Nothing. To. Me.You simply won’t ever be Tate.” He stands to his full height. “Now get the fuck out of my house. This is the last time I’ll warn you.” Moving over to me, he pulls me into his chest before kissing me.

As Becca starts sobbing, she runs for the front door. Roman shutting it behind her.

“I told you, Tate. You’re the only one for me.” He kisses me once more. “Thank you for giving me seven minutes, Angel.”

The End