Mila wakes up with a start, her heart racing and her senses on high alert. She glances over at Devawn, who's still fast asleep on the beanbag cushion, his breathing steady. A relieved sigh escapes her lips as she realizes he didn't try anything while she was sleeping. With a mischievous grin, she decides to wake him up in a special way.

Carefully, she slinks out of bed and creeps over to where Devawn is lying.

Her breath tickles his ear as she whispers softly, "Wakey wakey, sleepyhead." One of her hands trails up his chest, over his shoulder, and under his neck, gently massaging the back of his head. The other hand cups his cheek, tilting it up so he has to look at her. Her expression is a mix of innocence and desire as she gazes into his sleepy eyes. "Time to start our day together," she purrs, leaning in closer still.

"Your room?" she asks with feigned innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I thought you were just staying here... With me." She pouts prettily before standing up and offering him a hand. "Come on, let's go get more comfortable."

Without waiting for his reply, she leads him out of the bedroom and into another room. It appears to be her personal study or den, with bookshelves lining the walls and various board games spread across a large table in the center.

"Oh, it's not that big," she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand as they enter the study. "And I do have some help around here." She gestures vaguely to an empty corner before moving toward a plush chair in front of a desk. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable over there? We can play some games or watch movies or whatever you like."

She smirks as she takes a seat, crossing one leg over the other and folding her arms beneath her breasts. "

"You have no choice but to stay here with me," she says coldly. "And as for your family... they'll just have to deal with the fact that you're gone." Her eyes flash with anger and possessiveness once more. "Because now, Devawn, you belong to me."

With that final declaration, Mila turns on her heel and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the house, leaving Devawn alone with his thoughts and fears.

Wow, Devawn really messed up there. It feels like every time I thought I had him figured out, he'd start something with someone else. But thankfully, I don't have to be in this situation anymore. Maybe by next week it's just a mistake, a one-time fling, but soon enough, maybe it'll turn into something more serious. Maybe I'll finally figure him out. Who knows?