Daemon's POV
"So cut off that slack and silly idea of leaving," she was still shocked and that was an opportunity to steal a kiss from her. I inched close and pecked her on the cheeks.
Looking at how stunned she looked, I stride back with my hands stuck inside my pants pocket, "Layla here will be your personal assistance,"
She followed the direction of my gaze and they stopped at a small petite-looking average girl, "Whatever you need she will be of help, I am sorry that she isn't Mercy," her gaze flew open at the last word.
"I heard about the relationship you two had but at least for now, Layla will be of help," smiling, I tugged her hair behind her before striding away.
Ethan yelled inside for the sudden loss of contact, groaning and wailing but I ignored him and proceeded to where I was going. If I spend one more second there I swear I won't mind carrying her upstairs to my room and lavishing her smooth succulent skin.