(Sharon's POV)
"Let’s get out of here.” I had whispered to Dean, tears running down my cheeks. I wanted us to leave before legal hell broke loose.
Dean noded yes, and grabbed my hand, firmly. It was so firm that he was hurting me and he didn't even realize it. He got up and pulled me up on my feet, still crushing my bones in the process.
He dragged me to the VIP elevator not sparing me a glance. "No one uses this elevator except the owners"I whimpered, since the pressure got a little too much, when I decided to open my mouth.
I took that as my cue to shut my yap. I thought he would let go once we were in there. But he didn't.
What the hell?
It was not like he wanted to leave and I resisted. I was the one that suggested that we leave and not him so if he knew how it worked, he should have offered or even begged me to drag him around . Not the other way around.
After the thought, I tried to pulled my hand away. "Let, go!" I growled. The elevator was about to open and he didn't have any plans of letting go and I didn't want people seeing me like that.
The door finally opened and we exited. "Please," I begged. We had reached the lobby and he was still dragging me like an old China rag toward my car. People were looking at us, specifically me, probably judging me for getting busted for sleeping with the boss. I wanted to cry, feeling the weight of their judgement on me, but even the tears had refused to give me the benefit of the doubt.
Like a programmed cyborg,He opened the passenger's side,"Get in!” he ordered through his teeth
He was mad?he humiliated me back there. I should be the one boiling with rage.
Dismissing my wallowing moment,I did that quickly since I didn't want to rock the boat and end up like poor kelvin.
Okay, not poor, because to be honest, I did not regret seeing his ass getting kicked.
Dean got on the driver's seat.
He pressed the ignition button and the car came to life. "What were you thinking, Dean? Kelvin Could file charges against you."It wasn't the right time to talk, but I felt like he should be made aware of the situation and the ramifications of letting his testosterone take the wheel.
"What! ” Dean gave me a stun look, his voice sharp yet interrogative. The way he responded to my statement made me think he was waiting for me to say something so he could go off. So I shut up. “You had to protect your lover?” He asked in a cold voice. His voice showed his thirst for a fight.
He clearly hadn't had enough and even a blind person could see the itch right on his face.
"You know I am..."
"Didn't that lover of yours ever tell you that you look kind of hot with your mouth shut?" He lashed out interrupting me. Did he really shut me up like that?
"What did you say to me?"
"You heard me, so shut the hell up. We will talk when we get home." Dean had flipped into a different person. He was rude and unstable.
I was not going anywhere with that crazy man. I shook my head no...Who did he think he was, talking to me like that?
"You know what,you can go play home with yourself. Stop the car. I am not going anywhere with you. You look like a crazed caveman right now."I mean, why was I even in that car with him? Why did he drag me in there, when he constantly threw me dirty looks. He clearly was disgusted by me.I can not believe he chose to believe that dick over me.
"You want to bail out on me because I caught you cheating?for once in your life, own up to your shit."
"Own up for what? He was lying. Just stop the car. "I screamed and he just chuckled.
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Fated Love
Romans" I am sorry!" I apologized sobbing. I mean what else I could have done. He caught me red handed.so the only way out was to cry. It had worked for me for so many times that I have lost count." I didn't know how to tell you. I tried to quit but he ma...
