"Rule two," She said, ignoring his comment. "No coming home drunk. At least not before twelve. I am sure you don't want Summer to see her father horrendously drunk and lying on the stairs. You are a sloppy drunk, just so you know,"
"Fair point. Agreed," He said, nodding his head and looking amused.
"Good. Rule three," She scrawled the second rule down and then turned to him. "No roaming around naked. Not even in er...er your boxers. Sweatpants or at least shorts are must," Damien blinked at her and scowled.
"When the hell did I roam around naked?" He demanded, incredulously and Hazel raised her brow at him. He stared at her and frowned for a moment before his eyes widened and he actually blushed.
"That was just one time," He answered. "And I wasn't doing it on purpose. It was afte
