A black Maybach sped through the night, so quickly that they arrived home before Diana's dress had even dried. The scent of the champagne was still on her dress.
With a gust of wind, the wet dress stuck to Diana's body. She hugged herself tightly but couldn't stop shivering. Brian pulled her out of the car.
"Brian! Let me go!" Diana didn't want to follow him, but he seized her hand firmly, and she couldn't get rid of him.
"What do you want?" Diana shouted. He had dragged her from the party hall to his car without letting her say goodbye.
Diana got angrier and angrier. Hadn't he kissed Antonette at the party? And now he was holding her hand. What was he thinking?
"Follow me," Brian uttered in his deep, sexy voice.
Looking at her slim figure showing through the wet dress, Brian felt like there was a fire burning inside him. He wished he could turn every man blind that had stared at Diana's body back at the party.
