Rose’s POV
I open my eyes to see his green emerald eyes staring at me. His minty scent filling my nose.
“What game are you playing at?” He almost growls as me. Wait, did he growl? I try to shake loose from his hold, but he just tightens his grip. I try to look away, but his hand grabs my face firmly and turns it to look him in the eyes.
“I asked you a question.”
“I owe you no answer.” I quickly say. Who the hell does this guy think he is?
“So what? Is that what you want? Is that how you want to be treated?” He is angry.
“You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. Let me go.” I say. But his hold against me only intensifies.
“I know you deserve more than what that greasy man can give you. Or am I wrong and you just use your body to get what you want, like the rest of them?
