The grip on her wrist was as strong as iron pincers. Alan dragged Melda swiftly out of the banquet hall, through the luxurious lobby, heading towards the silent and private VIP parking area.
"Let go! It hurts! Alan, let go of me!" Melda struggled and resisted, her high heels making it difficult to keep up with his long strides, causing her to stumble several times. But the young man didn't even spare her a glance. He swung her slender body with full force against the side door of the black limousine that was waiting there.
Thud!
"Ah!" The woman cried out as the cold metal surface pressed through the deep cut of her evening gown, grazing her back.
"Open the door now! I want to go back!" She shouted at him, her slender hands reaching for the door handle in hopes of hiding or escaping the
