Saint stormed out of his bedroom, blocking the rational voice that pleaded with him to stop moving.
With one long stride, he stood in front of Baby's door, his hand ready to twist the doorknob.
"I would do that if I were you," Cam walked pit from the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.
He leaned against the wall, eyeing Saint with narrowed eyes.
Saint paused, frowning as he slowly turned away from the door, Cam's sudden presence had hindered his plan.
The sound didn't stop, Baby and whoever he was fucking were going at it nonstop, causing every vein in Saint's hand to pop as he clenched his fists in anger.
"What are you doing here?" Saint questioned, his voice rough and low.
Cam shrugged, "My best friend called. He needed a distinction, and I supimed. Just like usual, you'll get used to Baby," he said, taking his cup to his mouth to take a sip.
Saint swallowed down the possessive question he almost asked. Instead, he stepped away from the door, walking toward Cam.
