MARION

“You don’t give a fuck about my woman’s beauty sleep?” My voice was calm, deadly calm, slicing through the early morning silence as I spoke on the phone.

Demetria stirred beside me, eyes fluttering open, her body still draped in the sheets. She blinked in confusion; the sound of my voice might have pulled her awake.

Cyprian laughed. “Bro! That is not what I said.”

“That’s what the fuck it sounded like.” My reply was low and final.

Demetria turned, sleep still ...