Chasing Fate (Dark Love 5)

She nods her head. “Sadly, true.”

I laugh, kissing her again. “So, tell me, Morgan, where do we go from here?”

“I don’t know, Noah,” she speaks quietly. “I have a meeting I need to get to, but I promise to call you afterward. I’d try to reschedule, but these businessmen have flown in from France, offering Scarlett a big endorsement. I need to be at the Four Seasons in less than an hour.”

Why am I not surprised she has to be somewhere else? I can feel the anger and frustration slowly building inside of me, my fists clenching to control the unnecessary outburst. Factoring in someone else’s behavior, especially someone I’m growing fond of, is new territory for me.

God, why the fuck is she making this so damn hard? Patience is a fucking virtue.

“You live close to here?” I ask to distract myself. I look around. There are many houses but nothing like Scarlett’s home. Smaller town homes are all bundled together with communal yards.

“Uh… not far from here.”

“Do you need a ride home?” I raise my eyebrows, hopeful.

She’s quick to shoot down the idea. Disappointing me instantly. “My roommate’s home.”

“You have a roommate?”

“Uh… yeah, I do,” she answers, uneasily.

“So, I’m sure she won’t mind?”

She bounces the ball then looks at the time on her watch. “He doesn’t like visitors, so I’m not home much.”

Her roommate is a guy!

The excitement of being here with her is overshadowed with the jealousy which rears its ugly head. I don’t like this one bit. Why would she choose to live with a guy? Indeed, given the car she drives, she has money to be able to live alone. Or better yet, move in with Scarlett. She isn’t strapped for cash.

“You never said it was a he?” I ask bitterly.

“Noah, don’t look at me that way,” she pleads.

I’m unable to control my tone. “You give me the third degree about Kate, and yet you live with a male?”

“It’s different,” she’s quick to defend herself. “I really need to go. Call me tonight. We’ll talk more then, I promise, okay?”

“Morgan,” I call out, frustrated at her abandoning this conversation.

She continues walking to her car, ignoring that I’m standing here, in the middle of a basketball court, having a mental breakdown.

I head straight home, making a mental note to call her tonight. There’s no way that I’ll allow her to avoid my questions.

Charlie’s back and cooking something so delicious, I’m practically drooling on the floor. The second she sees me, she knows something’s wrong.

“What’s up? You have that look on your face, the same one you had when I accidentally flushed your toy car down the toilet.”

“That wasn’t an accident. You did that because I cut all your Barbie’s hair off.”

She throws her hands in the air. “It was a Barbie-and-the-Rockers doll. Without the crimped do, she wasn’t a rocker!”

“She needed a haircut.” I snicker, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie from the jar that sits on the countertop.

“You’re so annoying,” she complains. “So, what’s up your annoying ass today? Wait, let me guess, someone rejected you.”

“Uncle Noah,” Amelia says, walking into the room with wide eyes. “Are you in love with Morgan?”

My head turns fast. “How do you know Morgan?”