Ava's POV:
I frowned at Yan. What the fuck did he want from me? He kept hurting me and still didn't want to let me go?
"Are you obsessed with me?" I questioned when his hand rubbed my cheeks.
"Did you just realize that?" He raised a brow, and I shook my head in denial. The fact that he kept sticking to me even when he had admiration for other women could only mean that he was obsessed.
"Leave when you are done," I rolled my eyes and hurried upstairs to my bedroom, about to close the door when it was blocked by Yan, who pushed his way inside.
"I am your husband, Ava; I get to be with you when I want and also leave when I want," he scolded, and I rolled my eyes.
"You dont…"
"You also don't get the right to drink after pills after having sex with me; I am not your boyfriend. Do you get that?" He yelled, and I got a little scared; I had never seen him this angry.
