ANNABELLA'S POV

His cold dark blue eyes, white short hair, and perfect features sparkled under the multi-colored club light.

I didn't realize what he was doing until I was completely out of the club room. I pulled my hand back from his grip and stepped back from him. Was he angry?

Well, who cares?

“ What the fuck are you doing here?” Was he angry, what did he care anyway? I stared down at his feet and felt a bit guilty for vomiting on him. I didn't mean it, it just probed out of my throat all of a sudden and I couldn't hold it in.

“ Sorry about that,”...