Catherine’s pov
My arms being pulled from the two sides got me pissed off so bad, but I was tired. At least they stopped when I told them to.
I looked at both boys, Armani and Lucas like they were going crazy. What was wrong with them? Couldn’t they see that they were about to pull my hands from my body? Was I a toy?
They waited for me to speak, but their hands were still holding on tightly to mine.
“What do you think you two are doing? Do you think you I’m a toy? A toy you could just drag around? I mean look at you two and look at me!” I said angrily at both of them. I didn’t care that one was sort of my master and that the other was my savior for the day, but I wasn’t happy at all. I was tired of the rubbish they kept on doing. They could at least act a little mature. It wouldn’t hu
