She did not have a ready reaction for the moment the stranger framed her face with both hands and pulled her close for a kiss.
The moment was quick, so much so that she could not move away in time.
The man took that as consent.
And when the beautiful woman felt the intoxicated breath of that man, he was swiftly pushed away. Arabella thought she had pushed him, but no.
He was thrown, quite literally, against the nearest wall.
The impact of the man's body could be heard clearly, despite the people around being too intoxicated to pay attention to anything beyond their drinks.
"Get the f**k out," and then that rough, deep, thunderous sound echoed.
Arabella did not need to be in a calm place to identify that voice. She did not need brightness to recognize that body. She did not need
