Free Deceived - The Complete Series by Kylie Walker Page A

watched Joanne cover her mouth in shock. “What did you do?” She asked her with eyes wide.
    “I was caught off guard. I pulled away of course.” She frowned. “I don’t have feelings for Thomas... at all.” She looked down at her hands. “Don’t get me wrong. I love him like my brother. He has done so much for me... for Blake. I owe him everything.” Angela whispered, almost choking on her words.
    “Ang, you don’t owe him anything for god’s sake. Yes he helped you. That’s what friends do. But it’s not like a damn I.O.U.” Joanne sounded almost angered at Angela’s words.
    Angela leaned over and grabbed a Kleenex from her nightstand and blew her nose. Looking up she said, “There’s more. When we got home I told Thomas I was going to start looking for my own place. He didn’t really take it well but I finally convinced him it was a good idea.”
    “I knew he had a thing for you. The way he stares at you, sizing you up like you’re a piece of meat.” Joanne’s body shook like she was creeped out.
    “Today when I was leaving work and I was in the elevator, Steve showed up.” Angela watched the smile appear on her friends face.
    “What happened? Did you ask him about Kimberly?”
    “Yes. He said there was nothing going on.”
    “Do you believe him?”
    “I hardly know the guy. I don’t know if he is telling the truth or not. But...” Angela paused fiddling with her Kleenex.
    Joanne pushed on Angela’s arm knowing there was more. “Keep going.”
    “We made out again.” Angela looked at her friend feeling so confused by her emotions.
    “In the elevator! Shut up!” Joanne let out a laugh. “Jesus girl, you’re getting more action than I have in months!”
    “He stopped the elevator. We must have been in there for a good fifteen minutes. When we finally finished I started the elevator again. We were kissing and the doors opened. Thomas was staring at us.”
    “Holy Shit!” Joanne gasped.
    “Joanne, the anger I saw on Thomas’s face scared the shit out of me. I have never seen that side of him before. He yelled at me. He asked me if I was fucking Steve and I slapped him in the face and left.”
    “Jesus Ang. Shit! I don’t blame you. He has no right to act like a jealous boyfriend. You’re roommates!” Joanne grabbed her hand, “Did Steve do anything?”
    “He was pretty aggressive with Thomas. But I screamed at both of them. I told Steve to leave me the hell alone and that I didn’t want to see him again.” Angela jumped off the bed becoming angry again just thinking about it. The guy confused her, made her life difficult. She wanted no part of it!
    “Come on. Let’s grab a glass of wine. I think we both could use a glass. Or two...Or three!” Joanne told her, leading her towards the kitchen.

Chapter 11
    It was nearly nine p.m. when Angela got up off the kitchen stool to grab another bottle of wine. She almost tripped, grabbing the counter to steady herself. She looked at Joanne and started to laugh.
    “You’re wasted chick!” Joanne said slurring.
    “Maybe a little.” Angela giggled opening the cupboard. She grabbed a bottle of tequila and a bottle of red wine. She held them up. “Which one?”
    “Wine.” Joanne pointed to the bottle.
    They had gone through three bottles of wine in the last few hours talking about Blake, Steve and Thomas. Joanne said she would help Angela find a new place. Something sooner than September regardless whether Thomas liked it or not. Angela walked back to the kitchen bar and sat on the black leather stool. Bottle in hand she pushed the corkscrew into the top and twisted. She pulled the cork out and poured herself a new glass and filled her friend’s glass.
    Holding her glass up to Joanne she slurred a little. “Fuck men! Who needs them anyway!”
    Joanne laughed and clinked her glass before taking a drink. “I meant to ask, how long has your house been listed?”
    Angela thought for a moment. “About two months now. Why?” She