CHAPTER 61

Angela glared back at him with a frown. Stubbornly ignoring his question.

“I said, Where the fuck are you going?" he demanded again, eyeing her up and down with a frown.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Out. Why do you care?"

"Because you're dressed like that," he spat out, gesturing towards her outfit. "You're not going out looking like a slut."

Angela bristled at the insult. "I can dress however I want. And I'm not a slut."

"Like hell you are," Blake retorted. "And where are you going, anyway?"

"That's none of your business," Angela replied stubbornly.

"It is my business if you're going out at night looking like...