#Chapter107
/"You're chilled to the bone,/" Deacon breathed at last, shaking his head with a fierce scowl as he forced a finger beneath my chin, making me look at him.
He was sexy when he looked at me like that; raw power prowled his gaze. His face seemed to swell with an unnatural beauty that could only exist within the presence of confidence and certainty. I leaned my face towards him, breath halting as I tried to close the distance between us.
I gasped in shock when my back was slammed against the wall. Hard. Hand on my shoulder and a look of irritation plastered across his stupid fucking face, Deacon looked far from impressed. /"You're drunk, Isaac. You don't get to do things like that./"
/"You had no problem last time,/" I slurred angrily. My throat blistered beneath my words. My eyes swam; the rejection hurt. More than I cared to admit. More than I could even understand. /"What? Do I have to call you Daddy to kiss you? Is that it? IS IT?/"
