"Woman! Calm down!" he yells, grabbing my jaw and pulling it to the centre so I have to look at him.
I shut my eyes, puffing and panting like an exhausted greyhound.
I'm not going to let him manipulate me with his alluring persuasion.
"Open your eyes, babe," He ordered.
"I'm f**king not!" I sound so childish, but I know if I do, I'll be swallowed up in lust.
"Mouth. Open," He shakes my jaw slightly.
"No!" I firm.
"Okay! Fine," he shouts, while I continue to struggle.
"Listen to me, lady. You're not going anywhere. I've told you repeatedly, so get f**king use to it!" He shifts his body so he has a firmer grip of me.
"I'm only going to the office, shortly I will get back and we're going to sit down to talk about us." He says calmly.
Immediately I stop struggling.
Talk about us?
What? Wedding or? What?
Like a proper discussion about what the hell is going on here because I'm desperate to know this.