He stared at me for a while and then pulled me close to him. He didn't seem pleased with me and guess what I didn't give a two fucks about what he thought. I placed my both hands on his chest looking back at him.
"You are coming with me." he whispered.
"I am not,"
"Don't try to create a drama,"
"Oh, I am creating a drama now?" I raised my brows.
"Why did you come here?"
He looked around and then at me.
"I wanted to have my alone time."
"With alcohol,"
"Yes,"
"Are you drunk?"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Let's go," he said holding my wrist and pulling me out of the club. I wanted to protest but I didn't.
We came out and he took me towards the parking lot. I stopped moving when he was about to walk toward his car. I tried to pull my hand out of his but he turned to look at me.
