“Why are you doing this?” I demanded to know as I tried to jerk my hand out of his hold as we walked around the restaurant towards the front door. “Let me go.” I growled, not wanting anyone to overhear what was happening and someone get hurt because of me.
“I'm doing this because you're mine. You should thank me,” He growled and tightened his grip on my shoulder and pressed the tip of the gun harder into my back.
“Thanking you? What the f**k do I have to thank you for? Terrifying me? Breaking into my home? Cumming on my panties?” I asked him, as my eyes locked onto Cedric. His talking with my coworkers and looking towards the women's bathroom. An uneasy frown formed on his lips.
I should have listened.
He said something didn't feel right.
He stated his gut was telling him I wasn't sa
