Chapter 22. Defensive

Aaron POV

“Aaron! Aaron!” Angelina’s voice rose behind me, a bite to it and relentless.

As soon as Joan had disappeared from sight, Angelina had pulled away from me, immediately following me while I strolled to my room.

I pushed the door open and walked in. She followed, her steps echoing behind me.

“I’m your girlfriend! And you did nothing even after I told you she disrespected me!” Angelina snapped.

I moved towards my bed, before glancing back at her.

I unbuttoned my shirt with slow, deliberate movements, trying to keep my irritation in check.

My skin prickled, my patience stretched thin. She was too close, in my space again. Moments like these reminded me why I didn’t share a room.

“Who are we talking about here?” I asked, shrugging out of my shirt. My voice was calm, too calm, like a storm waiting to break out.

“Your sister’s friend. Joan or whatever she calls herself,” she said with a sarcastic bite, crossing her arms