The door to the cabin swung open as I struggled to free myself from Christian's strong grasp, while Mark stood in the background, laughing heartily.
"Christian! Let me down, right now! I'm warning you!" I exclaimed, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as he carried me all the way to our room.
He finally released me and gently placed me on the floor mat before heading over to our suitcase in the corner. "You better change as soon as possible, Ava," he instructed, rummaging through my suitcase and pulling out a soft pink velvet tracksuit.
"I'm not wearing that," I defiantly protested, my anger still smoldering.
"What nonsense?" Christian retorted as he returned with the track suit in hand. "Don't be a brat, and change your outfit." With a casual air, he began unbuttoning my button-up t-shirt
