In the upscale club, a man slapped Melissa's rear forcefully.
"...Don't touch me!" Melissa glared at him angrily, wanting nothing more than to go home.
"Already turning on me? You were just fine a moment ago," the man smirked, unconcerned about her expression.
"Just take me back."
It was already afternoon; what was supposed to end by eleven had dragged on, and she had lost track of time, caught up in his demands.
Alex must be looking for her. If she didn't return soon, he would start to worry. She could already imagine him searching anxiously for her.
"Afraid Alexander will be worried?"
"You don't get to tell me what to do. Just take me back," Melissa replied, her tone firm. Their relationship was purely transactional—he had no right to dictate her actions.
"You really think you c
