Knowing that he didn't want to see me, I sighed and walked to him. "You're drunk, Dylan. Let's go home!"
He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled with a hint of irony. "Home?" He sounded sarcastic, like he didn't care at all. "You call that home?"
I frowned. A pregnant woman like me got irritated easily. Normally, I would've let myself be insulted by him and do nothing. But at this time, I raised my voice and said, "What is it if it isn't home? Dylan, if you don't want to see me, I'll call Camilla and ask her to pick you up. Don't cause trouble at Demi's bar, she still needs to work!"
He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap, putting his arms around my waist. Then, he creeped his rough fingers into my collar harshly and said in a cold voice, "A place with your presence ca
