Chapter Twenty-Eight
Evangeline
“Um, Angie…can you give me a call when you get this?” Kamii’s voice says when I check my message. Her voice is peculiar and instantly rubs me the wrong way, so I call her back quickly.
“Oh, good, you got my message,” Kamii says as her greeting.
“Yeah, you got my nerves working. What’s up?” I hate when people leave cryptic messages like this. It gets my stomach working in ways that no one enjoys.
“So, you’re never going to believe what email I got today.”
“You’re killing me, you know that? What?”
“Cole.”
“Okay…does he want back in?”
“No, opposite actually. He wants your secret guy kicked out.”
“What?” I jump up from my seat, so many thoughts instantly running through my mind. “Why?”
We’ve just spent the night together. I told him I’d give us a try. I’m so confused.
“He’s accusing him of being forceful with a member.”
“He is not! Why would he do that?”
My mind starts to go crazy. This makes no sense. Secret was anything but forceful. I thought they were friends. Is there something I don’t know? Thoughts of something happening after I left his place start to run wild in my mind.
“That’s why I’m calling you. What happened with you two?”
“This makes no sense. We made up, and I even went to his house last night. We didn’t talk about it, but I thought it was pretty obvious that I’m willing to try the whole relationship thing with him.”
“You are?” she interrupts.
“Well, I was. But this…I don’t get it. This is overstepping boundaries. I didn’t plan on going, but now I want to just to spite him.”
This is exactly why I don’t date. I don’t need drama in my life. I’ve had enough for three lifetimes already. What could he have possibly done to deserve Cole stabbing him in the back like this?
“But, Angie,” Kamii speaks again. “He doesn’t know you’re involved in the workings of the club and that you’d find out he’s turning him in.”
“Ah!” I scream out. I totally forgot about that fact. “That’s even worse. He’s going behind my back, and that’s not okay. This is the real him. I can’t be with someone who’d do something like this, to a friend at that. And for what? He already has me. Is he that concerned I’d go to him?”
“He must be.”
“This. This is why I don’t do relationships. I’ll show him. His actions are about to backfire on his ass, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.”
“So you’re going to go tonight?”
“Hell yeah, I am. I guess this will go down as the quickest relationship I’ve ever had. Do what you want with the email, but know that he’s full of crap.”
We hang up, and my blood feels like it’s boiling through my veins. I’m so confused, so frustrated, but above all, ready to show him who’s really boss. Nobody messes with me.
* * *
Anger fuels my fire tonight. This is the biggestfuck youto Cole, and I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him about it tomorrow and that we’re done. I won’t have a man stake his claim on me like this. There’s no reason for him to kick him out, and I’m going to make sure he knows he screwed up big time.
I dress in my sexiest outfit, ready to knock the socks off this guy and get back to the reason why I joined the club in the first place; the fact that there’s no personal connection.
