Chapter 27
ALANA
‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, ALANA?’ HE SHOUTED AS HE WALKED
into the room. ‘You don’t just walk out on me in the middle of a fucking dinner.’
I made a bolt for the door. I wanted out and away from him and this whole place. But he held out his arm and blocked me like a linebacker, before hoisting me onto his shoulder, carrying me into the bedroom and throwing me down onto the bed.
‘I asked you a fucking question,’ he snarled as he towered over me.
‘I didn’t think you’d even noticed that I’d gone,’ I snapped. ‘Keira and Michaela looked like they were keeping you plenty entertained.’
His scowl deepened. ‘So, this is about your childish jealousy? You made me look like a complete fool because you couldn’t handle me talking to a couple of women? For fuck’s sake, Alana!’
‘Oh, get over yourself!’ I sniffed.
He leaned his face closer to mine as though he was about to reprimand me, but then his sco

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