"And why the hell would I do that?" I said, about to lose my mind.
"Because I say so." What the hell? Was he trying to boss me around? "You can say whatever you want, I am going anyways." standing from the chair, I started to make my way back to the room only to get my wrists pulled back causing me to slam into Ashton's hard body. As a reflex action, my hand landed on his chest and that's when I remembered that he didn't have a shirt on.
Fuck, I cursed internally.
I might have loosened some of my anger when my hand made contact with his bare skin, but he still seemed intimidating while glaring at me as one of his hands was holding my wrist and the other held my waist firmly preventing me from falling. How the hell was he keeping his cool when I could feel butterflies in my stomach?
