Kyla’s P.O.V
He hailed us down a cab, escorting me towards it. I still had no clue where we were going. I knew why he wanted to leave. He never liked other men looking at me. Control freak much?
“You want to tell me where we are going?” I asked as we got in.
He never answered, instead he told the driver where to go.
“Why does that sound like the address of a house or apartment?” I said looking at him.
“That is because it is. We are going back to mine.” He said simply
“And makes you think I want to go to yours? I am not f*****g you. If you think I am then you may as well drop me off here.” I said.
If he thinks he is gonna get into my panties that easily, he has another thing coming.
“I never mention anything about fucking.” He said, “I have a bar in my house, we can have a d
