CARTER
“What the f**k is wrong with you?”
“You!” She screams, stomping her foot like a teenager that’s not being allowed to have her way. “You’re my goddamn problem.”
Her outburst draws the eyes of a few people that have left the club in hopes of finding a more discreet location to make out and they stare, curious. The glare I aim at them have them looking away immediately.
“I gave you an order, Rory.” I seethe, closing the distance between us in long, measured strides. “Just one f*****g order and all you had to do was follow it.”
She lifts her chin in defiance but backs up until her back is plastered to the side of my car. I don’t stop until there is not a silver of space between us. Until her tightened n*****s are grazing my chest through my shirt with every ragged breath she take
