11.

Roman's POV

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since that night of her party, and Angel hasn't spoken to me since. Not that I blame her or even expected her to want to talk to me. She hates my fucking guts and it's what I deserve.

She's got every right to never wanna see me again, it's all my fault. I pushed her away the moment I stuck my dick in Sasha.

Those first two weeks after our fight, Angel and I had done our best at avoiding each other at the clubhouse. I knew she was still mad and didn't want her to feel like I was constantly hovering around her, even if being near her was all I wanted.

God, did I fucking miss her. Staying away from the clubhouse was hard, but I did it. Over those first few weeks, I entered myself in as many fights and tournaments that I could. A lot of good that did me though.

For every fight I was in, it seemed like Angel was drifting further and further away. The night of my big victory over Rusev, the boys deciding to throw me a party at the clubhouse.

As we walked in, I tried not to overtly search every room, but she wasn't there. Why did I even get my hopes up? She hates everything when it comes to me and fighting. She never wanted me to get hurt, and for the most part, I was always careful.

I know it's a total fucking cop-out, but I was drunk and Sasha was just… there.

The look on Angel's face that morning Sasha walked into the kitchen wearing my shirt will always be etched into my memory, letting me constantly how much of a fuck-up I truly am.

I've said it once and I'll say it a thousand more times. Angel will always deserve better than me.

I'm just not sure how I feel about it being Seth. He's my brother and I love him… but Angel's mine.


Two chapters in a day? I think I'm on a roll, haha. Keep voting! #TeamSeth or #TeamRoman