I turned, and a dark-haired man came into view, his eyes thin. He watched me, his eyes darkening. Slowly, I felt his hand on the exposed skin of my stomach.
"Pretty little thing we have here, don't you think?"
I swallowed. "Get off me."
He gave a dark chuckle, his hand pressing down on the curve of my waist, pulling me further into him.
"Playing hard to get doesn't really fit you, sweetheart. It's just a night. By tomorrow morning, you will be the one begging for my number."
I tried hard to push myself out of his grip, regretting that I had turned down the driver's help.
"Let me go!"
"Behave. Be a good girl."
"I said, let me go!"
He started to laugh before suddenly, his grip came off me. Fabian came between us, his hand pressed down on the man's chin, his fingers digging into his
