CAROLINE
I snatched my hand away the minute his cold lips touched them. Those black eyes darkened the minute he saw me and at first, I thought he would ignore and walk away.
He smiled at once, ignoring my action and drew closer, invading my personal space and forgetting where we were.
We already had one rumour going on around us and he wanted to feed them more?
Not on my watch. I stepped away from him but Malcom held my wrist. "Where are you going? I want to dance."
"Dance on your own or ask the other ladies," I replied coldly, trying to pull away from his tight grip but he didn't budge.
He enjoyed me struggling like the psychopath that he was while I tried to appear like we were having a normal conversation.
"I see you've met Miss. Quinn," Miss. Patterson interrupted with a fond sm
