Page 50 of Beg Me Angel

What the hell is his problem?

Jerking my body upright, I gripped the back of the couch. “You can't make an extra trip? She's probably scared to death that something bad happened.”

“Something bad did happen.”

“Exactly! She's probably thinking I'm dead. I have to call her, you need to take me so I can do that.”

Pax's body went stiff, as all his muscles snapped and popped into place. “I don't have to do shit.”

Veering my stare, I glared at the back of his head. “What is wrong with you? You told me to never be afraid to ask you for anything, so I'm asking. Take me so I can call her.”

Slamming the spatula on the counter, he spun around on his heels, his mouth taut and thin. “I said you could ask, I never said you'd get your wish.” The vein in his neck pulsed, throbbing angrily.

“You're being an asshole.”

“And you're shit out of luck.” Taking long strides, Pax stomped out of the kitchen and out a door on the back wall. I could hear his feet as they pounded with each step, cracking and breaking whatever he stepped on.

Why is he doing this?

It killed me to see him get so upset over something that meant so much to me. My mother needed to hear my voice, she needed to know I was okay.

For him to deny me that, to deny her that. . .

It doesn't make sense.

I wanted to follow him, to force him to tell me what the hell he was thinking. But I was so shocked by his reaction and the repulsed look on his face that I couldn't move.

He doesn't really expect me to wait an entire month before calling my family. . .

Does he?

Whatever was going on inside his head, whatever disposition he held about the town he seemed to loathe, I needed him to dig through the rubble and come out with the right stone.

There was no denying that I was a guest in his home or that I had taken from him and given to him in ways that most people would never understand. Even I couldn't fully grasp the reality of what was happening between us.

But to deny me my mother. . .

That was cold.

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