Chapter 19

Author "Please move aside," Dodie slurred, trying to push past the imposing figure blocking her path. "I don't have time for this. There are plenty of hot guys waiting for me out there. Maybe... maybe we can flirt some other time..." She attempted to stagger away from the bathroom, but had only managed a few unsteady steps when strong arms suddenly lifted her off the ground. "Hey! Who the hell are you? Put me down!" Dodie protested, struggling against Zavier's iron grip as he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Her fists pounded ineffectively against his back. "Dodie Stone, behave yourself!" The man growled, his voice vibrating with barely contained fury. His hand landed with a sharp smack against her backside. "What?Alpha Zavier?" Dodie finally recognized her captor from his familiar voice. Zavier ignored her recognition, carrying her up to the private VIP lounge reserved for the club owner. Once inside, he deposited Dodie onto the leather couch. Her head was spinning,