Draven flinched at the sound of my voice, although he hid it well still having his blank face turned to the crowd.
His hands on my waist grew tighter, as he pressed my body to his. I didn’t care that there were thousands of cameras watching us right now. All I wanted was to get away from his fake and lying self.
I pushed harder against his hold trying to free myself, as rage coursed through every fibre of my being. A crowd of men dressed in black broke out from the cluster of people and they surrounded us, pushing the reporters away and shielding us from them as they led Draven and me towards a line of black cars waiting at the side, totally different from the single car we had come in.
Sometimes I forget how rich Draven is.
I took advantage of Draven’s distraction. The moment his g
