Chapter Fourteen— Watch and learn
Seth's POV
The room smelled of laundry detergent, the sound of water running echoed from the bathroom.
“Is someone in there?” Tasha asked, she had her arms around my hand, clinging to me like some pest.
I exhaled slowly, stepping into the room fully. “I’ll check.” I said and walked towards the bathroom, almost in haste.
The door closed with a soft click.
Phoebe stood in front of my washing machine, one of my dirty shirts hanging over her shoulders.
I narrowed my eyes. “What’s going on here?”
She turned sharply. Something in her expression changed the moment she saw me. “Are you blind? I'm doing your laundry.”
The defiance in her voice was unmistakable.
Good. She was pissed, exactly what I wanted.
I took a step closer to her, staring at the cl
