Chapter Seven

Angel’s PoV

“You can’t do this, you fucking bastard” I pushed him harder, scorling at his smirk. He chuckled at my grim attempts to free myself. “I swear Tyler, if you don't stop now, I am gonna kill you” I scoffed, angrily. He zipped his lips, with a smile of a saint on his face. I rolled my eyes, walking past him as soon as his grip on me loosened. 

“Angel, I can afford it, you know that. You just have to tell me what you like.” he said walking up to me. I grimace at his words, of course. Why did I just think to reason with him, anyway?. I ignored him completely, walking into Shea’s suite. Apparently, Shea and her 10 year old son, Edward, are staying in a suite here, with Taylor for a month. Yup, it's been a month since we were here, in this bloody mansion. She and Taylor have come along this past month. They have made their “friends with benefits” an official anno