Lo couldn’t see that. There was nothing that would make him appreciate giving up his summer.
Dax stood and held his hand out. “I’ll ask for your forgiveness in advance.”
Lo looked at his hand and opted not to shake it. Somehow, Dax thought this was a joke. As if going back on his word didn’t taint the image Lo had constructed in his mind of his father. He’d hyped him up to let him down in the end. He didn’t see any reason to shake on that.
Dax nodded, placing his hand inside his pocket. “I respect it, Lo, but you’ll be happy that you went.”
“I doubt that,” he mumbled.
“We’ll see. I’ll let you stew in private. Even though you mad at me, Dad loves you.”
Lo smacked his lips just as Dax made his exit. The annoyance setting up shop inside his mind was enough to make him wreck his bedroom. He couldn’t wait to grow up and flee the presence of Dax and Ada. They let Devyn live how he wanted. They never made Meco do anything but here he was, being forced to go somewhere he didn’t want to go, and it vexed him.
Another dream. Lo couldn’t believe he was back in this torment. This was probably why he chose to torture people because he was a tortured soul himself. The dreams played out so vividly that he could remember the exact emotion he felt. He’d never forget the moment his father changed his mind. That was the night Dax lost Lo, permanently. He’d never looked at his father the same even until this day. A man who was once his champion, had transformed into a person he held no respect for.
Lo felt body heat, so he turned his head and noticed Bria laying so close to him that her knee was in his back.
Is this what marriage is? Having a woman fuck up your back while y’all sleep?
Lo sat up and walked to the bathroom to relieve his bladder. He then splashed water on his face and got back in bed but on the opposite side. As soon as he got comfortable, Bria turned around and laid close to him. Normally, he would’ve been annoyed but her body heat felt good, especially since his mind was in a crisis.
“Are you okay?” she asked in a groggy tone.
“Yeah.”
“Then, why did you move?”
“‘Cause you're tearing my back up.”
“…Would you prefer if I slept in another room?”
Lo turned his head. “Why you always go to the extreme?”
“That’s not extreme but your tone is. You said it as if I’m getting on your nerves.”
Fucking women…
He didn’t understand their ability to produce something so ridiculous inside their mind and believe it.
“Am I getting on your nerves?” she quizzed.
“No, Bria.”
“See, why you say it like that?”
Lo turned around, facing her. “I’m really not in the mood to hear you complain. You already bruised my damn back so chill out.”
She snickered. “You're always exaggerating. I didn’t bruise anything and if you would at least show some kind of affection and hold me, I wouldn’t have to put my knee in your back.”
“So, it’s my fault?”
“Basically, yes.”
Yeah, I don't understand women…
Without saying a word, Lo pulled her close so that he could spoon Bria. He would just have to sacrifice his comfort so she would be quiet about him not showing affection. Bria didn’t say anything and neither did he. He hoped his dreams would stay away for the rest of the night so he could get some sound sleep.
When Bria entered her parents’ house, a sense of comfort wrapped around her body. This would forever be home. The scent was one that brought forth memories that she’d never let go. She missed being here as she traveled through the lower level. Settling on the kitchen, she spotted Douglas sitting at the island sipping on coffee while Cecilia was by the stove.
