Alessia

"Can you let go of me?" I tried to free myself from his hold as he dragged me to an unfamiliar lobby. He didn't stop until he reached where he wanted to stop. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"Why are you here?" He dropped down his question instead. Anyone who sees the expression on his face could tell he was angry. But the truth was, I should be the one to be angry. Because who the fuck did he think he is to waltz there and take me away amid people.

"I should be the one to ask you why did you bring me here? And...