Asher pulled her into her apartment the moment they reached their destination.

His grasp on her wrist was tight and uncomfortable.

She tried to wriggle out of his hold as she complained but he didn’t budge.

“You’re hurting me” she complained, trying to hit him and pull back.

“Good” he said without looking back.

She felt awful, he was manhandling her and she didn’t like it. She was grateful that she removed her heels immediately they entered the car. She had felt stuffed.

If she hadn’t, with the way he was pulling her, she would have broken a leg.

She felt the heat that was coming off his body, it...