(Mylay's POV)
While Quame' and I continued to cuddle and bask in our newfound mate bond, we heard a knock at the door. Quame' took a sniff of the air and growled. "Rouges!" he snarled as he stood to put his pants on. I quickly sat up to stop him. "Relax, babe; those are my friends. Lay back down, and I will handle this," I told him as I tried to roll out of bed. "Like hell, you will! Do you think I'm just going to sit here while you associate with rogues?!" Quame shouted while he put on his boxers and cargo shorts and stormed out of my bedroom.
Shit! I quickly threw on some panties and Quame's oversized polo shirt that fell past my knees and ran out after him. By the time I got to him, he already had Tim pinned up by his neck on the door frame. "What the hell do you want, rogue!" Quame'
