Scarlet’s POV
I fought him.
I kicked, shoved, tried to wrench myself free, but Alex was relentless.
His grip on my wrist was a steel vice as he dragged me inside his apartment. The door slammed shut behind us, sealing me inside with the man who was no longer the Alex I once knew.
Or maybe I had never known him at all.
“Let me go!” I screamed, yanking at his hold. “You have no right to do this!”
He spun around so fast I barely saw it coming. One second, I was trying to break free—the next, I was pinned against the wall, his towering frame pressing into me, caging me in.
His scent surrounded me, intoxicatingly familiar.
But I wasn’t weak.
Not anymore.
I lifted my chin, meeting his stormy gaze. “Who I date is none of your business, Alex. You rejected me. You threw me away, so stop a
