Jia Davis
"How dare you touch me?" I turned and yelled at him, yanking my hand away from his grip. But I choked on my words as soon as my eyes fell on his face, because it was not Bruce who was driving the car. He looked baffled at my reaction.
It was…him, Viktor Anderson. Oh my goodness. It was him this whole while, sitting right beside me? I am such an i***t, I was so lost in self-pity and thinking it was Bruce that I didn't even glance once in his direction. He cleared his throat to get my attention, but..
I was still gawking at him, and he again took my hand in his warm large ones. It felt amazingly right for my hand to be in his. His face was calm, and he looked to be at ease.
"I don't touch what's not mine, and I don't let anyone touch what's mine." He stated with his focus on ro
