Chapter 22. Not yours

　　Finding myself standing tall with my fingers intertwined with his, I tried to push the raging butterflies in my stomach. I had to stay in control, and this guy kept on ordering shots for me and surprising me with his demands.

　　“You should learn to do as I say,” He smirked at my stunned expression, making my blood boil from anger.

　　“Who do you think you can order me around?” I yelled at him, retrieving my hand back.

　　His face dropped and fear enveloped my heart, as I began to wonder if he would tell my friends about me going for a job to him and then shamelessly making out in a club. He made a step towards me and leaned to gaze into my eyes.

　　“I am such a dick! It’s the alcohol, I swear.” He said without blinking, and I almost believed him until he added, “And you!”

　　Annoyed, I placed my palms on his chest to push him away from my face, but he grabbed my wrists with both his hands. I was going to lie if I said that I didn’t like his persistence.