I gasped at the sight. "Ia-" he cut me off by
grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him; as some sort of protection. "Yah!" He yelled. Oh no.
He caught the man's attention. "Why the fuck
did you drug my wife's drink?!" He yelled at the other man who was standing pretty close to me before. He drugged my drink!
The man was shaking in fear. "You better
not fuck with me or even come near my wife
understand?!" Ian gritted his teeth in pure anger at the man. Ian looked a bit scary. The man was beyond afraid at this point.
"No one. Disrespects. My. Wife." Ian spat
almost threatening to hit the man, but I gripped his forearm, initiating to him, not to fight. He glanced at me with a softened gaze. The security had the man removed from the party. Ian caused a bit of a scene. But he could care less. He said wife. I'm not even his wife yet! He took my hand and lead me to the exit. My mom is going to kill me...
He grabbed my coat and put it on my shoulders "But-" he cut me off my shoving me outside "Take us back to the hotel. Now." He demanded to Jackson. Why is he still angry? He became so protective, and possessive. Why? I've only met him a month and a half ago. Why would he care so much about me? I realized our hands were still interlocked as he gazed out of the window.
Maybe that's just how he was. Maybe this is
who is is. He was possessive. But why was he possessive of me?
We arrived back to the hotel. He seemed to have simmered down a bit. I didn't understand why he was so angry. I didn't think he would care if someone drugged me or not. I left for the bathroom to change. It was almost 1am anyways I stretched far and wide to reach the zip off this dress! I couldn't get it off! Ughh. I had to ask for help. I sighed slightly before creaking the door open and softly calling out to him.
"I-Ian...." I stuttered. "Are you ok? Do you feel ill? Did you drink any of it???" He questioned and raced towards me touching my forehead. "No no I'm okay....c-can you...unzip...my d-dress?' I asked shyly, looking down in embarrassment. He quietly sighed in relief. "Turn around."He demanded. I slowly spun around. I felt his warm fingers brush my hair to the front. His hands traced the skin of my back before gently unzipping my dress. I felt his breath on my neck causing the hairs to raise. "T-thanks...." I stuttered. He left the bathroom in silence.
I immediately released a breath I didn't know I was holding in. My heart was racing. What was wrong with me? I'm sure I'm just tired from all this commotion. Thank goodness he stopped me from drinking it. I would've never seen. After I exited the bathroom I saw him already changed and laying in bed on his phone. I didn't realize I was staring until he spoke. "Are you feeling alright? Do you feel sick?" He asked. I shook my head no. He nodded in relief. I laid next to him. I didn't know what I would've done if he weren't there tonight. I scooted closer to him and threw my arms wound him, taking him by complete surprise.
"Thank you." I uttered quietly. He set his phone down and cuddled me gently. A small smile creeped onto my face before I fell into deep sleep.