Lady_Chey
Thalia Dacres' life was simple until she found herself in a web of lies too strong to escape. She finds her biggest life questions can only be answered by a close to home source.
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Without another word Isaac grabbed my wrist and stalked us back inside the club, leaving poor Damon dumbstruck. He pulled me mercilessly towards the entrance.
"Ow!" I begin prying his at hand. He didn't stop until he made damn sure that we were on the opposite side of the club. His hand loosened on my wrist but I could still feel his anger shaking him to the core.
I pulled him to a stop.
"Isaac, What the fuck?" I rubbed my wrist.
"You haven't spoken to me for near a month after you dumped me off, NOW you want to saunter in all health guru?" I fumed, slurring. The alcohol must've given me a boost because my attitude matches his height right now.
"I didn't dump you off." He spat, his attention placed firmly on the wall beside me. I stood boring holes into the side of his stupid sculpted face waiting for an explanation.
"You were being reckless." He stated.
"You didn't give a fuck when I was recklessly climbing into your car. Did you, stranger?" I retorted. I caught him out and he knows it.
"That was different." He muttered before his lips spread thin. Tasting my smugness, his jaw clenched, making me even angrier. He had no right...