Chapter 12
**Angela's POV**
I unlocked the door and entered the house, he entered right behind me. I didn’t dare look at him for fear of myself exploding with anger.
I went into the kitchen. I felt his presence behind me.
“Angela.” He called conversationally. I turned to face him only because he was blocking my exit.
“I am really not in a mood to talk, maybe later...or never.” I answered hotly and started to walk past him.
A grip stronger than steel-encased my hand and I was instantly and violently pushed against a wall. My eyes were moons as I stared into the eyes of Brad. His face was so close to mine, my hand still in his grasp where he held it over my head. His other hand resting flatly on the other side of the wall beside me.
His jaw set. He was angry? Hell I should be the one angry!
“I. Want. To. Talk. Now.” He spoke in between breaths, his lips at my ear. Why in God’s name did he sound sexy?
Why was I turned on? I am one sick...
“Why are you so interested in that kid?” His eyes focused on mine now.
Just one jerk forward and our lips would touch.
“Uggghh.” I pushed against him, his grip forming tighter. The anger I felt was mostly due to my attraction to him. I don’t even think I... did he ask me something?
More importantly how was it possible to hate someone but want them at the same time? Is there something wrong with me? Obviously, my mind spat.
“Angela?” I heard my name
“Hmm?” the fog cleared from my eyes and I realised I was still pinned against the wall and he was still dangerously close.
“Listen carefully. You know I hate repeating myself.” His voice slow and cautionary. I felt like a kid when he spoke to me like that. “Why are you so interested in that kid?”
His voice chilled and heated me and his words became clear.
Why would he ask that question? Is he telling me that I shouldn’t be interested in Harvey’s wellbeing? He was saying that even after I told him why!
I knew my temper was flaring and the tears stung my eyes. An effect that occurred when I was really angry.
“He’s a kid Brad! I don’t think I need to justify why I am interested in his wellbeing!” I spat, my words like acid, even to my own ears.
He continued to hold me in place. “I just want to know your reasoning, Angela. Calm down.”
Calm down?
He was the one holding me against a God damn wall!
I sucked in a breath, ready to answer him when the house phone rang. He cocked his head slightly to the side at the interruption.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” I questioned.
He stared at me raising his eyebrows. The idiot had the audacity to appear amused.
“Answer the telephone? I think not.” He replied and he let go of me. I mentally cursed myself when my body cried for his touch.
I continued to stand beside the wall. Brad was a few inches away from me.
“Aren’t you going to answer the phone?” He smiled sneakily and I muttered a curse. Walked over to where the phone held position.
“Hello?”
**Brad’s POV**
I emerged from my study. It was almost seven. I knew Angela would be preparing dinner. Today was...eventful. The image of her pinned against the wall sent my body in a state of preparedness. A state that would be left unquenchable.
I stood still for a few seconds, regulating my breathing and ensuring my anxious member was unnoticeable.
I made my way to the kitchen. I stood in curiosity.
Where in hell was Angela?
The doorbell sounded and I found myself walking towards it. I pulled the door open and my eyes were reduced to slits. My jaw clenched and I felt the vein there bulge.
“Why are you at my house?” I leaned casually at the door, my arms crossed at my chest.
“I am here to pick up Angela for dinner.” He replied and I almost punched him...almost.
I regarded him squarely.
“Paul!” I spun around to see Angela making her way down the stairs. She wore a skin-hugging blue dress that fell at her knees. How could she wear such clothes and still managed to appear elegant?
I saw her eye me anxiously.
Damn right she should be anxious! What the fuck was this...he doing at my house?
I raised an eyebrow at her and she understood I wanted an explanation. I stole a glance at the bastard standing in my doorway. His eyes travelled passionately over Angela. I never wanted to kill someone more.
“You look-“ he began.
“Watch it!” I snapped and he looked at me incredulously.
Angela glared at me. Why? What the hell did I do?
I stared back at her, offended.
“Come in. Can you just give us a second?” She directed at Paul. I can’t believe she invited him into our house.
He sat on the sofa and she led me into the kitchen.
“I made dinner for you, it’s already plated and on the table.” She began.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nothing. I am just going to dinner with an old friend.” She confessed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I questioned and I saw her lip twitch.
“It’s not a big deal. You won’t even miss my presence!” she softly yelled at me.
“The hell I won’t! What game are you playing here Angela?” This caught her and her cheeks turned red with anger.
God she looked beautiful.
“There is no game! I am not like you Brad.” She paused letting that sink in.
“You’re right. At least I am discreet about my affairs. You didn’t have to bring him to my house.” I responded calmly.
She sighed heavily “I am leaving. I will be back later.” She deflected from responding from my previous comment.
But I regretted saying it. Her face fell and she was so sullen. I ran my hands furiously through my hair. Why were things so difficult between us?