Noah had passed out after puking in the shower. So he was a no go and it was time to go to my back-up source. Arlee.
"Give me the papers." She held her hand out when she opened the door. There were no tears and she wasn't crying, she just held her hand out expectantly.
"What papers?" I had no idea what she was talking about.
"He's filing isn't he?" She looked at me in confusion.
"No," I scoffed and walked past her into the house, Church following, "The moron's passed out drunk in his mom's basement."
"What?" Her brow furrowed.
"Yeah," Church chuckled, "It's pretty funny actually. Puked on himself and pissed himself, he was so drunk."
"Noah did?" She glared at church, "My Noah?"
"If your Noah has jet black hair, and is skyscraper tall with a neck almost as thick as his head, yeah your Noah." He gaped at her.
"She didn't need to know that!" I hissed and smacked him.
"Well, you can tell her he's a mess or you can tell her exactly what's going on with her man, Babe," He gave me an increadulous look, "She shouldn't be left wondering what the fuck he's goin' through. She'll think he's fuckin' around on her."
"Who are you?" Arlee's wide eyes turned from me to him.
"Name's Church." He shook her hand, then bent down and started playing with one of the boys who'd crawled over to him, "I'm the boyfriend, baby daddy, whatever the fuck Chloe's callin' my ass now."
Arlee gave a slow nod, gaping from him to me.
"Baby daddy?" She tipped her head in one of those, "I know what you've been doing" moves.
"Very new, but yeah." I shrugged.
"Look, I'm not about the bullshit, so I'm going to cut straight to it, cause my girl should already be at the spa and she's late," Church went on as the baby played with his beard, "The boy's a wreck. He was piss drunk when I had to pull 'em off the couch 'cause Chloe couldn't. I threw his ass in the shower and he pissed himself, then he puked. Twice."
"How much did he drink?" Arlee looked between the two of us, "He rarely drinks."
"Not sure," He shrugged, "To be that drunk at his size though, he'd had to have drank a whole bottle or two of some good shit. Now, before he passed out he was talking about an Angel and how he just kept fucking things up. He said every time things are going good, something happens and he's reminded of how bad of a person he was. He said somethin' about bein' the spawn of Satan too."
"He said that?"
"Between pissing himself and vomiting, yes." Church nodded, then started laughing as the other one came crawling out of the living room, "Shit, there's two of you?"
"Three, if you count the little girl painting in the kitchen." Arlee smiled at him, "She's a little older though."
"So," I scrunched my face, "I came here because I obviously couldn't talk to Noah, and I have some questions that could clear him from this whole thing."
"Questions for me?" She narrowed her brown eyes at me, "I wasn't even in the picture at the time, Chloe."
"Some of the things this girl said didn't add up, based on conversations we've had in the past." I motioned between the two of us.
"Like..." She gave a wide eyed, slow nod.
"Let's start with the easy one..." I sighed and changed direction, "She said he didn't shower after his show."
"Noah not shower?" She gaped at me.
"I knew the kid was a germophobe, Princess." Church said as he scooped up the other boy, "You can tell just by looking at him. He's too clean cut."
"Even on his day off he showers twice a day." Arlee shrugged, "We wear a lot of whites and light colors when we aren't performing or on the bike. He hates feeling dirty."
I snorted and Arlee giggled. Church shot me a confused look, but I went on.
"This one is kind of personal, who can hear us right now?"
"No one, they're all out hiking." Arlee shrugged.
"So, you once said that you and Noah are into kink, right?"
"Yes." Her eyes roamed to Church as she blushed.
"Trust me, he's a biker," I rolled my eyes, "He's heard it all, probably done it all too."
"Some of its kinda fun." He grinned at me and began wagging his eyebrows, "Wanna try sometime?"
"Don't be a smartass." I glared at him and he chuckled.
"What did you need to know about it?" She asked me.
"Is he rough, like, all the time?" My face twisted because it was a very personal question.
"How is this going to help the case?" Arlee gaped at me.
"Easily, if you answer my questions the way I think you will." I let out the breath I'd been holding, "I just need confirmation."
"Normally, the first round he's a little rough, then with the second he's more gentle. His hands are always rough though," Her brow furrowed as she thought about it, "It's almost like he's trying to absorb me or something."
I knew exactly what she meant. It felt like that with Church every time. Hell, even when we were making out, it felt like that.
"It's called passion," Church added his eyes boring into mine, "It means he can't get enough of you."
"You're telling me," She scoffed, "The damn thing never goes down."
"Oh my god." I huffed a laugh and her eyes went wide.
"Sorry, I don't know where that came from." She sucked in her lips, biting them.
"I do." Church huffed a laugh, "Got the same problem."
"Thank you." I sighed.
"So what do you think? Is it him?" She asked.
"I don't think so." I smiled at her, "But I still need to talk to Noah. I have some questions only can answer."
"The boy needs to sober up first." Church scoffed.
"You're gonna have to put those kids down, babe." I smiled at Church.
"Awe, but they like my beard." He chuckled, "Maybe their old man should grow one."
"That's never going to happen," Arlee laughed, "He's had it lazered. He hated shaving."
"Seriously?" I gaped at her. This was a huge point in my case.
"Yeah," She grinned widely at me, "He likes to go down on me but I hated the stubble, so he lazered it."
"I never would have pictured him wanting to please a woman." Church huffed.
I liked the beard, but everyone had their preferences.
"When did he do that?" I asked, because if it was recent it wouldn't help me at all.
"I don't know exactly," She shrugged, "When and it started coming in thick."
"That's amazing!" I grinned.
"Because, it isn't Noah." I huffed a laugh.
"How do you know?"
"I mean, the other stuff," I tilted my head from side to side, "But, she said his stubble gave her a rash on her face from kissing him."
"So if it's not Noah, who did she sleep with backstage?" Chruch chuckled.
"Doesn't matter." Arlee whispered with a grin, "It wasn't my Noah."