Page 45 of Resurrecting the Enemy
Satan 2.0:Bcuz unless u want ur neighbors 2 c me breaking the door down, OPEN IT
Not bothering to question if he was serious or not, I went to go open the damn door. The last thing I needed was one of my neighbors telling my parents there was some unhinged guy breaking down their front door while they’d been away.
Upon opening the front door, the boy of nightmares was standing on my doorstep with a duffle bag in hand.
I was scared to ask.
Pulling the door open, I stepped aside and let him in. Slamming the door in his face wasn’t worth the drama that would follow. “Are you lost?”
“No,” he answered, like I knew he would. “I’m exactly were I’m supposed to be.”
I shut the door as soon as his large frame cleared it. I watched him glance around, and I could only imagine what he was thinking. And because I still felt put out by his silence all week, I snidely remarked, “It’s not a mansion, but I can put down some clean towels or something, if you’re afraid of getting dirty.” The look he shot me was a clear indication that he didn’t find my rudeness amusing. I let out a sigh. “What are you doing here, Ramsey?”
He arched a brow. “Not happy to see me, I take it?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “More like banking on never seeing you again,” I replied dryly.
Ramsey scoffed. “Yeah, like that’s going to happen.”
“Lucky me,” I drawled out sarcastically.
He cocked his head. “I already told you I was never leaving you alone.”
I hated how my words were going to reek of loneliness or jealousy, but they were the truth. “But it’s been such a nice week,” I retorted.
Ramsey’s smirk said it all as he walked up to me, wrapped an arm around me, and yanked me close. “Did you miss me, baby?”
I did my best to remain aloof. “Yeah,” I deadpanned. “It was so hard getting through the week without being bullied, hacked, intimidated, tracked, and all around annoyed.”
He speared me with a look. “Make no mistake, Lake. You’re always being tracked,” he said as if that was a perfectly acceptable thing to say to another human being.
“What are you doing here, Ramsey?” I repeated.
“Spending the weekend,” he said as if his words weren’t a complete bombshell.
I pulled back and he released me. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
I shook my head. “How do you even know…” I closed my eyes and started rubbing my temples. This jerk was going to drive me crazy. Looking back up at him, I asked, “How do you do it?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know,” he reminded me.
I quickly realized that wasn’t the point. “Ramsey, you can’t stay the weekend here,” I told him. “That’s…my parents will flip out if they find out.”
His brows shot up. “Are you going to tell them?”
I planted my hands on my hips. “No, but you think those neighbors you were so willing to traumatize earlier won’t notice a Range Rover in my driveway all weekend?”
His head reared back. “Ask me if I give a fuck, Lake,” he practically snapped. “Because I don’t.”
“Well, I do,” I shot back.
“Well, that’s just too damn bad, because I’m staying,” he replied.
“Why?”
His eyes ran down the length of my body before roaming back up and landing on my face. “Because I can’t get the taste of you off my tongue or the memory of how you came all over my fingers out of my head, and I’m done waiting.”
