Wait... Rage?

Hell no. Scratch that. It's damn impossible.

He is a man who detests sleeping with someone. He doesn't even want to kiss her… so how the fuck would he want to walk down a damn aisle with anyone?

Marriage is probably on his never-to-do list.

The Mercedes screeching jolted her out of her thoughts, and she alighted from the car with her. She looked around the neat studio apartment, just big enough for three people, but Octavia is the only one who stays here... no kids.

She led her in, and Angelina dropped her backpack on the small couch, heaving a sigh of relief.

“I hope you brought...