Mila hit the button on the coffee-maker in the break room, annoyed with whoever left the pot empty. It was office rule that whoever drank the last pot made a new one, but people rarely followed that rule. If she wasn't so exhausted, she might've silently protested by making none, but no caffeine wasn't an option for her today.

After filling her cup, Mila headed back to her desk and slunk down. Folding her arms, Mila rested her forearms on the desk and let her head hang for a minute. Her eyes slid shut and she chanted only four more hours over and over again. It didn't help, but she tried.

A vibration against the desk got her eyes snapping open and she was almost thankful for it, because until it went off, she might've actually been a little asleep. Mila picked up her phone, reading the text from Dallas.

Dallas: Meetup tonight.

Yawning, Mila typed out a response. She had to pause to rub her eyes a couple times- carefully so she wouldn't mess up her makeup, the only thing that almost hid how exhausted she was- but eventually got the response out.

Mila: Okay. Not too late. Graveyard shift.

She didn't actually mean 'not too late'. They only did things late. It's just that since she was working, Dallas would have to come to her and that was the best way to tell him over text. Simply stating what they were actually doing could get her arrested if anything ever happened. They had to make it as vague as possible.

Dallas: I'll come to you. Keep your psycho boyfriend away from me.

Mila: Don't be a dick and it won't be a problem :)

Actually, Mila knew it would be a problem. Marcus said he was going to address the Dallas thing but then he got distracted by her birthday and didn't bring it up. She didn't intend to give him a reason to ask questions again. Whether Marcus liked it or not, she needed the money she got from Dallas. It was way more than she got from her legitimate jobs and Marcus wouldn't kill her, so her options were limited.

She did consider stripping. She was still considering it. Now that, she had a feeling Marcus would really have a problem with. She couldn't help but smile because even suggesting it might be funny, just to see how he would react.

Her phone vibrated again and this time, the text was from Marcus. Mila enlisted Kat's help to talk Marcus into a phone while he was in the mortal realm and he finally gave in, though he wasn't a fan and told her to only use it when she actually needed something. She hadn't listened to that. She'd been sending him random texts all day for the sole purpose of annoying him.

Devil-boy: If you're going to send me pictures, at least send something interesting like your tits. I don't give a shit about sticky notes.

Mila rolled her eyes and smiled as she typed out a response. She was sending him a bunch of stupid texts but that was only because he was fun when he was angry, and he also got more used to texting this way. She was essentially fucking an old man, something she often forgot given his body did not feel old at all, but it certainly came out in instances like this.

"Who's that smile for?" Lindsay asked, pausing at Mila's desk.

"What?" Mila asked, blinking a couple times and looking up at Lindsay as she set her phone down.

"You," she giggled. "You're smiling all sweet. You talking to Marcus?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh please," Mila scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Please what? You two are so into each other, it's adorable," Lindsay sighed, leaning against Mila's desk. "I wish anyone looked at me the way he looks at you."

"How does he look at me?" Mila asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Like he can't wait to get you alone," Lindsay winked.

Mila snorted and shrugged. "True."

"And like he'd do anything for you," Lindsay added.

"Okay, don't be silly."

"You don't think he would?" Lindsay asked, raising her eyebrows.

Well clearly not anything, I'm still alive.

"Honestly, Lindsay, we're not that serious," Mila shrugged. "I don't expect it to last."

"Really?" Lindsay asked, frowning. "I don't get that vibe at all."

"What vibe do you get?"

"That you two are forever."

"I haven't known him that long," Mila laughed nervously.

"Well, you act like an old married couple," Lindsay shrugged.

Mila couldn't think of a response but thankfully didn't have to, because someone called Lindsay's name and Lindsay rolled her eyes and mouthed 'work' before walking away. Mila sat back in her chair and chewed on her lip as she replayed Lindsay's words in her mind. Her and Marcus couldn't be forever, they just couldn't, but she did wonder what he wanted from her. He was awfully possessive, continued telling her she was his and belonged to him, but she wasn't sure what that meant. They lived in different realms.

Mila's phone started ringing and she made a face as her gaze slid over the desk to the caller ID on her desk-phone. Terry's name came up and Mila sighed. She didn't feel like dealing with him, especially not if their father mentioned their encounter and no doubt made it sound like Mila was the one starting shit. Mila considered ignoring it, but he did at least have the presence of mind to call her work phone so she wouldn't get caught on her personal phone.

Mila groaned and reached over, picking up the handset and taking a deep breath before answering in a chipper voice. "What's up, loser?"

"Is that how you answer your work phone?"

"Only when your name comes up," Mila shrugged, leaning back in her chair, letting it spin a little as she crossed her legs. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering about your birthday tomorr-"

"Let me stop you right there." Mila put the phone between her ear and shoulder and sat up, seeing a new email come in. "We're not celebrating, and no, I don't need anything. Thanks for the offer, but I'm good."

"I already got you something."

Mila frowned, her hands hovering over the keyboard. She couldn't think what he would even get for her. "You did?"

"Yeah, I got it early this time so you can't say no because I already did it," Terry explained. Mila scowled. "And Stella wants to make you a cake. Come on. At least do it for her."

"Ugh, you're so cruel to use a sweet innocent angel baby against me," Mila grumbled. "Fine. When?"

"Tomorrow around seven? Unless you have plans with Marcus."

"Only eating and fucking, which we can easily interrupt to come have cake."

"Okay, please don't tell me that," Terry sighed.

"You asked," Mila shrugged. "Fine. I'll at least be there, and I'll ask Marcus if he wants to go."

"Okay."

"Okay, well by-"

"Wait," Terry interrupted. Mila waited. He said nothing. Mila sighed.

"What?" Mila asked as she typed out a response to the email. "Is it Stella? Is she okay?"

"It's not Stella. She's fine."

Mila noted his tone was much more timid, like he was afraid to bring up whatever it was. It made her nervous. "Just spit it out, dude. I'm at work."

"Did you see dad last night?" Terry asked.

Mila stiffened, her typing paused. She let out a long breath and kept her voice light. "Nope. Why?"

"Mila..." Terry sighed.

"What?"

"I know you were in the house, I saw your stuff was gone and dad said he was going to try to talk to you. I tried to tell him not to but he left anyway. He said he didn't catch up to you, though. Is that true?"

Mila brought a hand up and held the phone against her ear, resting her other elbow on the desk and pressing her fingers against her temples. She was tired of this game. Terry was never on her side when it came to dad, not really. He said he was, but then he'd always make excuses for still talking to him. He's still my dad, I can't not talk to him, was what Terry would say but Mila couldn't understand that. To her, he was just as a sperm-donor as much as a father.

"Yep," Mila lied, dropping her hand to her desk and tapping her nails against the surface. "Is that why you called? Because you should know I don't really want to talk about him and I don't want to fight about it, either."

"Mila, you can tell me if dad caught up to you and said something," Terry said.

"He didn't."

"Is that why Marcus came by last night and told dad to stay away from you?"

Mila paused her tapping and leaned back in her chair, her eyes widening. She crossed her legs and furrowed her brows, wondering when he would've done that. He was in bed with her when she fell asleep and in bed with her when her alarm went off for her graveyard shift. Did he leave and come back?

"Marcus did what now?" Mila asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He came to the house last night, keyed dad's car then sat outside waiting for him. Threatened him when he came out, told him he better not come near you or talk to you ever again," Terry explained. A smile pulled on Mila's lips. "Sounded like dad did catch up to you yesterday, said some hurtful things."

"What did Marcus say to him?" Mila asked, leaning forward, now much more interested in the conversation.

"Uh, he said a lot of things," Terry admitted. "Mostly told him to stay away from you but he dropped some words on dad that were a little familiar. Things dad has said to you before but Marcus turned them around on him. Called him delusional, selfish, overdramatic..."

Mila's smile grew bigger, so much so she felt the need to at least try to cover it with her hand.

"Then he said that he would tell dad he was too much but the problem is that he's not enough," Terry continued. Mila mouthed 'oh my God' and leaned back in her chair again, unable to keep the smile down. "And he asked him if he ever considered that maybe the problem isn't that you're too much, but that he's not enough."

At that, Mila felt a little emotional. She bit down on her lip and set her hand over her chest, over her mother's necklace that was hidden under her shirt, just to be safe. Marcus told Toran off for me, Mila thought as she fiddled with the necklace through the fabric. That felt more like an actual boyfriend move. Not a fake one, not someone she was just fucking, but someone that really cared.

"I didn't know he did that," Mila informed Terry. "So if you're calling to tell me to rein him in..."

"I'm not," Terry said. "I uh... I'm just sorry you didn't feel like you could tell me."

"We don't agree about dad," Mila pointed out.

"I know," Terry sighed. "But-"

"But nothing, Terrence," Mila said firmly. "We don't agree about dad. We decided the best way to handle this was to never discuss him, and that's what we've been doing. I'd like to keep it that way."

"I know, and we will, I just... Hope you know that I would've said something to him if I knew."

"Yeah, and then he would've denied it, you would've had to decide who to believe, there would be bitterness either way, we'd get in another fight, and it would be hard with Stella. Like what always happens," Mila pointed out. "So let's just not. Because we're in a decent place for once and I don't want that fucked up when we both should be focused on Stella. So let it go. I didn't bring it up, I don't want you to bring it up, and assuming Marcus didn't scare dad off enough, I'll tell him not to do it at your place next time. Okay?"

"I..." Terry sighed and there was silence on the other end for a few moments before he spoke again. "Okay. I'll see you for your birthday tomorrow."

"Later," Mila said, hanging up the phone then standing. She pulled down the ends of her skirt that rode up while she was sitting, then grabbed her personal phone and opened a text to Marcus.

Mila: Come see me.

Devil-Boy: Why? So I can look at those stupid office supplies in person?

Mila smiled to herself as she walked down the hall, bypassing the regular bathrooms and proceeding on to Aliyah's empty office. She slipped inside and went to Aliyah's personal bathroom. Leaning back against the wall, she typed out her response.

Mila: No. Because I need you.

Mila sent off the texts and wasn't waiting even five seconds before Marcus appeared in front of her. He took her in, finding nothing wrong. He glanced around the room before his gaze returned to her. "What do you need?" Marcus frowned. "I thought someone was bothering you or something."

"No," Mila said, tossing her phone on the counter and throwing her arms around Marcus's neck, then whispered against his ear. "I need you to fuck me."

Marcus groaned and set his hands on her hips, pushing her against the wall as he claimed her lips with his. It was a fast, fevered moment. The more Mila thought about Marcus getting protective of her, the more turned on she became. She didn't need preparation or foreplay, she only needed him.

Mila's lips moved against Marcus's urgently and he let out a low growl, cupping her ass and pulling her against him as his cock pressed against her lower stomach. Mila wrapped a leg around him and pulled him close to her, speaking against his lips. "Fuck me, Marcus. Right now. I need it."

Marcus growled and slid his hands under her skirt, tearing her underwear off then groaning softly when he felt how wet she was. Mila fumbled with his pants, getting them undone and his cock out. Marcus lifted her leg higher before shoving into her.

"Fuck," Mila whimpered, bracing her palms on the counter behind her and tossing her head back.

"Fuck, baby, you're soaked," Marcus said, biting on her neck as he started thrusting into her roughly.

Every motion sent Mila's pleasure soaring and she gripped his shoulders, holding onto him as he drove into her over and over again. Mila rested her forehead against his and his hands tightened on her, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her leg up with one hand and the other hand a tight hold on her ass.

Marcus moved fast, matching Mila's energy until she was a mess of whimpers, clenching on him tighter and tighter. Marcus thrusted harder and Mila buried her face in his neck, letting out a small cry as she came around him. Her wet, hot pussy clenching around him like that sent him over the edge and he let out a low moan as he shoved into her and held himself deep inside her while he finished.

Mila leaned on him heavily and he kept holding her in their intimate position, even as he softened inside her. He noticed something was different in the way she leaned against him. More than she usually did. He slowly brought his hands up, taking her face in his hands and turning her to face him. "What was that for?"

"I just..." Really really like you was what she wanted to say, but instead she kissed him. Kissed him differently. Their kisses were usually rough, heated, full of lust, or a calm kiss after an intense fucking. But this one was different. It was deep, intimate, long, but more than physical.

She pulled back and Marcus stared down at her, running his thumbs over her cheeks. He was in trouble. Humans were off-limits, and he'd never wanted anyone more. The angels would be coming to pay him a visit. Or worse, Lilith would be. He knew all that, but he still bent his head down, eager to have her kiss him that way again.