Natasha Astrid's POV
"We're going home."
My eyes narrowed at the man standing in front of me. I was no longer in the noisy club, but I could still feel the heat in my throat.
"You are now two in my eyes," I told him with a laugh.
"Damn it! You're drunk!”
I immediately covered my mouth to hide my laughter. I was not drunk. I could still walk by myself. I was dizzy but not drunk! My mind was still clear, and my heart was still strong.
“Let's go, Natasha!”
"No! Let's go back inside! Just one more shot Ah!” I shouted because he suddenly treated me like a newlywed. "Put me down!"
But he didn't listen like he always did. He didn't put me down, he started walking away from the club. The speed of every step he took made me feel dizzy, so I closed my eyes and leaned on his chest.
"Why are
