The bartender straightened immediately. Sweat poured down his forehead.
“Good evening, Mr Hawthorne.”
Adele rolled her eyes.
“Shut up. You're fired. You. Come with me”
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from her seat.
Adele stumbled in her heels and cursed.
She struggled against his grip but it was futile.
“Can we get a picture with the couple!” A reporter called out.
Julian faced the hive of cameras.
“Just one. My wife isn't feeling too well”
He wrapped his hand around Adele's waist tightly and eased a smile. Adele smiled with her teeth.
Camera flash. One. Two.
Julian whipped around, taking Adele with him.
“Ow! My feet hurt, you jackass!”
Wordlessly, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulders, sprinting up the stairs with renewed urgency.
Adele's hear
