Aria's POV
Being carried like a sack infuriates me, most especially the fact that I wasn't expecting it, one minute I was sleeping and the next I'm over his Shoulder
“ What did you do that for? And why am I here?” I asked, standing up from the bed and trying to calm my nerves.
“Go back to bed, Aria,” his deep voice does a lot of things to me and right now none of them is pleasant, “West! you don't get to tell me what to do and what not to do!” I screamed at him. I made my way to the door, but West locked it and kept the keys in his pocket, we walked to his wardrobe and started unbottoning his shirt, “West, please let me out” I said just as I averted my gaze from his broad back, he pulled down his trousers and I couldn't help but stare, he then wore a short and turned around to face me,
