Author’s POV
“Don’t you f**king dare ignore me”.
Cyrus’ voice boomed in the empty dining room followed by the sound of the chair he was sitting on falling back, due to the force he used while getting up in anger.
He marched towards Natalie who hasn’t stopped walking yet and took a hold of her wrist, turning her around to face him. Causing a small shriek to escape her mouth.
“Don’t you test my patience Natalie” he growled at her face but she just stood there and didn’t even react to his outburst.
“Let me go…” she spoke in her low hoarse voice while trying to pull her hand out of his grip.
She didn’t even lift her head to look at him. Her eyes were down casted. She looked broken and he hated seeing her like this.
“What are you trying to play at huh? Why are you acting like a vic
