𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲

Chapter 20

— Chapter 20 —
Angela

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N O A H

Angela Myles
Today at 12:26 am

Angela:
Can we talk? In person?

[6:14 am] Noah:
Fine. When and where?

[9:43 am] Angela:
Come over - anytime after twelve.

Noah:
Alright. I'll stop by after work tonight.

The message had been sent several hours ago—though, as I stood before her in her decorative living room, I couldn't help but feel anxiety creeping up at the back of my mind.

Neither of us had spoken in a few moments, and the elephant in the room made me damn tense. The space wasn't small—but I couldn't help but feel cramped.

"It wasn't what it looked like," she began, adjusting her stance.

I slid my hands in the pockets of my jacket and sighed.

"It looked like you were getting pretty damn comfortable," I pointed out. "What the hell were you doing at Crave, Angie?"

She frowned at the question. "I was just out with some friends—why does that matter? I should ask what you were doing there."

"I wasn't the one grinding on the nearest idiot at the dance floor, that's for sure."

"Don't be a dick," she muttered, crossing her arms tightly at her chest. "You hadn't answered any of my calls for nearly two damn days. Hell, I was surprised you answered me this morning."

"That's your fucking excuse?"

"It's not—but what the hell do you expect from me, Noah?" Angela said, her tone of voice growing frustrated. "You hardly even call me anymore. I have no idea what you've been doing for the last few weeks. I can't even remember the last time we had a serious conversation without your boys hangin' around you."

I let out a sharp exhale as she continued.

"The two of us haven't slept together in a month," she said softly. "I try and get you in the mood, but you always end up passing out when you come over. You can't blame me for getting bored, okay? And it was you who suggested that we have an open relationship to begin with."

"Seriously?" I said. "I don't give a single damn who you go out and fuck, Angela. But I do care when you're hanging out with other bikers—especially Mayhem members."

"Why the hell is that a problem?"

"Are you fucking joking?" I glared at her. "I'm a Stray Dog, Angela. You're with a Stray. Dog. How do you think I'm gonna react when I have people like Marcus telling me that you've been parading yourself around in another group's territory? I'm just trying to keep you safe."

She snapped, "Since when have you been listening to a damn thing Marcus has to say? Of all freaking people? The guy is a colossal prick!"