Natasha POV
I groaned as he squeezed my wrist in his grip and he was doing it on purpose.
"You're hurting me," I winced, trying to push his hand away, but he refused to.
"Don't you dare talk to me rudely," he gritted and he began to drag me away.
"Leave me!" I yelled, trying to push his hands away as he dragged me across the building.
He finally stopped dragging me as we got to a separated part of the mansion where no one usually came to, but he still held on to my wrist.
"I told you to leave the hall earlier, but you didn't listen to me," he said, gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on my wrist.
So that is what this is about?? I scoffed.
"When I tell you what to do, you do it!" He sounded so angry.
I got angry too and I suddenly pushed him by the chest.
