"I'll break down your walls one by one and sneak into the gates of your icy heart before crushing it into tiny pieces." He murmurs mercilessly as his lips lightly brush my ear, the contact eliciting an indescribable sensation through every inch of m...
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"No matter where you are, no matter what you do, no matter who you're with or who you're seeing, you will always belong to me Anaya, always."
My mind goes blank.
Ignoring the rapid rate at which my heart is beating, I turn around before we lock gaze.
Why would he make such a bold announcement in public when there's no truth to his words?
Ludovic being restrained in his movements thanks to the strong grip Stalon has on him, doesn't break our eye contact.
By this time, many eyes are glued to us as more guests continue to observe the commotion.
Great, I can already predict the media turning this scenario into something bigger than it is.
Squaring my shoulders, I assert in a vicious tone, "I will never belong to you."
Ludovic tightens his jaw in belligerence.
Before he can respond I head off to the opposite direction not once looking back.
Not caring whether or not Theo's following me, all I know is I need to be far away from here, from everyone.
"Hey wait up," Theo calls in the background but all I can do is increase the speed of my steps.
By the time I approach the bar, I order more shots.
In less than a minute, I find myself gulping more shots than I can count not caring about the consequences.
I'm such an idiot.
Why am I always close to dropping my guard down around Ludovic after all the pain he's caused me?
"Are you hoping for this club to run out of liquor or something?" the familiar voice travels within hearing distance but I don't glance his way as I continue my task on finishing the remaining shots on the counter.
My vision becomes blurry and it's as if I'm no longer in control of my movements.
The sudden desire to leave this club reaches an all-time high.
Before I can gulp the remainder of my drink, he's quick to snatch the glass from my hand.
I shift my death glare to Theo's direction who's secured a seat next to me.
He stares at me in pure amusement and doesn't say a word.
"Give it back," I snarl while rising to reclaim what he stole.
But my movements lack coordination as I tend to stumble every time I outstretch my hand towards him.
Since Theo has long arms, it's almost impossible to reclaim my drink when he's purposely secured it above his head.
