Inviting a Beast
“It’s fine. It’s almost the end of the parade anyways,” I insisted before braving a smile.
My ankle did hurt but it wasn’t exactly unbearable. This wasn’t a rare occurrence for me given the fact that I had been wearing heels very often. If I just shifted my weight to my other leg, then I can stay standing up quite fine.
“You’ll get off the car with me if you don’t want me to make a scene,” Bradon said with a clear edge of warning in his tone.
“Fine…” I replied through gritted teeth because I could tell that he was serious.
The car had come to a stop based on his instructions which must have reached the driver. Bradon turned and smiled at everyone while telling them in a pleasantly polite tone that I had injured my ankle and that he would be escorting me home where I could get some well-deserved rest. Seeing him act so flawlessly as if he really was Anthony brought a funny feeling to my belly.
“I’m so sorry about this…” I apologized politely.