A black Maybach sped through the dark night, so quickly that they arrived home before Bella’s dress had even dried. The scent of the champagne was still on her dress.
With a gust of wind, the wet dress stuck to Bella’s body. She hugged herself tightly but couldn’t stop shivering. James pulled her out of the car.
“James! Let me go!” Bella didn’t want to follow him but he seized her hand firmly and she couldn’t get rid of him.
“What do you want?” Bella shouted. He had dragged her from the party hall to his car without letting her say goodbye.
Bella got angrier and angrier. Hadn’t he kissed Eve at the party? And now he was holding her hand. What was he thinking?
“Follow me.” James uttered in his deep, sexy voice.
Looking at her slim figure showing through the wet dress, James felt like
