Kissing Chelsea McCain was the softest of things Louis could do, but he realized that he had to keep his anger in check and not make a fuse about all what was happening already.

Chelsea felt deep down in her that something was wrong with the young man, but what she didn't know was what it was.

"How was work today?" she asked as Louis disengaged himself from her and started pacing up to his bedroom.

Chelsea chased behind him.

"It was good. I need to shower and get ready," he said leaving his words dangling.

He needed to get one point clear, and that is whether or not Chelsea...