Page 57 of De Vil

That beg of hers is so beautiful, but I wave her out of my room. The next few hours should be very interesting for my princess.

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"This is why I can't stand scholarship kids." Chris paces back and forth in his office as I explain to him what has happened. "You've been a coach here for years without one Goddamn problem and now, you are all over the place. Maybe I should fire you and drop Tia’s scholarship."

"Over my dead body." I get in his face and he smirks.

"She means that much to you? This isn't some kind of obsession or something?" He tries to size me up, but I nod.

"Yes. She's my one. I know it so deep down, I shake when I'm not around her. Why do you think I keep looking at my phone?"

"Fuck, alright. I'll take care of Joanie and Braxton, but you fucking owe me. Big time." He roars at me as the alarm on his phone goes off. "Damn it. I got to go, but Laura, no more issues."

"You got it." I laugh as he hightails it out of his office. I knew he'd have my back, but the man doesn't know how far gone he is for his step-niece.

Opening the app on my phone, I turn the camera in the library toward my girl. There she is with Libby, Jazz, and a few students from her history class. They all are taking different courses but they like to chat. I'm glad Tia has some friends she can hang around with, but there's still this matter at hand. She hasn't gotten rid of the page yet, and I told her to do it almost a week ago. I need to get to the bottom of this.

Normally, I would just hack her computer and delete it. However, I'm trying to turn a new leaf and let her do it on her own. I'm getting impatient though. I almost feel like she is using it as a crutch or a backup plan for when she gets kicked out of school. The idea that she has such a vulnerability upsets me. My princess should feel secure at all times.

Mommy and I are in my room, packing my belongings. She says it's time to move in with her even though I have some time left on my lease. I'm not sure why she's being this demanding that I move in with her. We see each other every day and we sleep at my place ninety percent of the time.

"Tia?" she calls out, and I look up from the book I was trying to decide whether or not I wanted to keep."

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Why are you sitting on your bed, looking sad?" She comes over to me and kisses my lips. I give into her as she swipes her tongue into my mouth. Mommy knows how to own me within seconds.

"I was just wondering why you are so insistent I move in with you."

This makes her pull back and look at me with concern. "Do you not want to move in?"

I take a moment to think about this and smile. "No, I do. I just... what if you get tired of me?" I hate feeling like this, but I'm still not fully certain of myself with Mommy. I know she didn't mean to do it and was trying to take care of me, but it has left a bruise to my ego and a crack in my ability to be sure of things.

"Hey, look at me, little one." When I look up at her with unshed tears, she grabs hold of me and pulls me into a hug. "Princess, I'm so sorry. I should have never said anything. It's alright to not be over it, and I know you are scared."

She kisses all over my face and I giggle. "Ok, Mommy, I get it." Mommy tickles me and pushes her hands through my hair.

"Look, if it's too soon, we can call it off. I want you in my house with me. It will be a home for us. The idea of you staying here irritates me to no end. Especially when I know we both would be happier together under one roof. I will spend every day, until the day I die, making it up to you and loving you for everything you do."

Her words mean the world to me and I can tell she means them. I don't see her lying to me or trying to manipulate me at all. "I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, princess. Now, we have one more order of business to attend to before we leave here."

My nose wrinkles as I try to think about what we need to do. "What's that?"

"You're deleting your account now."

"Oh. I already did it." I didn't tell her about it, but that's because I wanted to surprise her.

"You did?" She holds my hand as I walk us over to the computer.

Turning it on, I type in the website URL to my page on the site. It comes back as not found. "It was something I knew you'd want but I wanted to do it on my own terms. I hope you understand, Mommy."

"I'm so proud of you." She kisses me and we get lost in each other as our tongues dance with one another. "Come, we need to get you settled before the game tomorrow. I'm glad it's going to be a home game. It means we don't have to sleep separately."

I laugh. "Mommy, you are almost as bad as I am, wanting to be with me all the time."

"You are so right, little princess. I want you so badly, I stalk you."

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