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Where the fuck is she?! When I tell a woman to wait, they usually follow. Except for Arabella, who, by the way, does not fucking listen. I told her to wait for me, and that's the last thing she does.
I groaned. Alisha is not supposed to be here. She's not supposed to see that.
I scanned the area, people dancing everywhere.
God, did I have to fucking evacuate everyone for me to find Arabella?
"Alsace!"
Someone tugged me on my shoulder, I never turned around so quick in my entire life.
Arabella stood in front of me, mouth opened, looks like she ran to me.
"Where were you?!" I asked, the music booming.
"Someone was talking to me."
"Who? You're not supposed to be talking to anyone but me, Arabella. You know that!" I growled, grabbing her by her arm, "Roger will take you home."
I dragged her outside, punching Roger's number on my phone, he picks up within a second.
"Boss."
"Get the car. At the entrance." I said.
"Now?" he asked.
"Now, Roger!" I shouted, ending the call.
"You are to go to my house, stay there and wait for me to arrive." I tell her while she tries to look back at the people dancing. I stopped my tracks, her face bumping into my chest.
She groaned, "What, what happened?"
"Do you want me to help you, or not?" I asked seriously.
I see her roll her eyes, "This will help you too, trust me."
I gripped on her shoulders, "Roger will drive you back to my house, stay with you and you will wait for me."
Her eyes were full of confusion, "Where are you going?"
"I have too much to risk right now. Just do as I say, and no one will get hurt."
She shook her head, panic eating her up, "No, no. You can't just leave me with that big man! He's fucking scary."
"Yeah, well, that big, scary man is waiting for you outside." I spoke, brushing off any dust off of her shoulders. I touched her hair, giving her a hug. "Let's pretend for a few minutes, yeah?"
We have come to an agreement to pretend whenever there's a huge crowd, or if there was a lot of people. And in this case, me, Alsace Montellia, is known for many great things, and if they see me mistreating my so-called future wife, I'd be in grave danger.
When we walked out of the building, Roger was waiting with the door opened. "Don't talk to anyone at home, explore, sure, but do not open your mouth." I tell her.
