I wince at the harshness of his voice.
“Kiaya mistook this place for a different bar, and once we got inside, we couldn’t get away. I tried. I promise, we tried, but he…” Ethan’s accusatory tone has caused tears to sting at my eyes. I point towards Clay, who is still kneeling on the floor under Ethan’s iron grip. “…he forced me to stay.”
Ethan’s expression toward me softens a little until Clay spits out, “She’s a lying bitch. Your slut of a girlfriend was all over me.”
Before I get another word out, Clay is pulled to his feet, and Ethan knocks him on his arse with one punch. It’s only then that I notice Asher near Kiaya. After she assures him she’s ok, he escorts her towards a very amused looking Roman, who holds the door open. I’m lifted over Ethan’s shoulder, marched past Roman, and carried out of the building.
“Ethan put me down!” I shout, but Ethan chooses to ignore me.
“Nice ass, Caitlin.” Roman teases as we pass.
“Keep your eyes off her ass, Roman!” Ethan growls.
Roman laughs even harder. “What a great start to our Saturday night, boys. Brawls and booty!” He says this while slapping my arse after opening Ethan’s truck door. I yelp because it bloody stings!
“ROMAN!” Ethan bellows, placing me onto my feet with a thud.
Roman holds his hands up. “Sorry, Caitlin. Bro, I just couldn’t resist.”
“Arseholes,” I mutter, climbing in next to Kiaya, who is crying and being held by a somber Asher.
“Shit, Kiaya, are you ok? Please tell me he didn’t hurt you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, he didn’t, but that was too close, Caitlin. I was so scared.” Dabbing at her eyes she looks to Ethan and Roman, who are in the front seat, and then back at Asher and says, “I’m sorry for texting you, but my gut was telling me something was really wrong with those guys. I just didn’t know what else to do.”
Ethan doesn’t look back when he says, “I’m glad you did, Kiaya.” His knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel. He’s still pretty angry.
“Calm down, bro. They’re ok,” Roman reassures.
Nothing else is said among any of us, but I feel the tension resonating from Ethan. It takes ten minutes to arrive at our destination, which I discover is the gym. Ethan gets out of the car and walks around to my door, opening it.
I hate that he won’t look at me, and he still seems mad. I understand I could have made better choices tonight, but I’m not a child. That’s how he’s making me feel right now. Ethan holds his hand up for me to take, but his demeanor is intimidating me. I refuse.
“Caitlin,” he warns; his brown eyes now pierce straight through me. I huff when I reluctantly take it, and he drags me behind him, down the alley on the side of the gym. In my heels at this fast pace, it’s a struggle to keep up.
“Ethan, slow down. If you don’t stop with this nonsense, I’m leaving. You have no reason to be upset with me. I didn’t go in there looking for trouble.”
After ascending the steps, we enter his apartment, and I don’t get a chance to take in my surroundings. Despite my protests, I’m taken through the lounge, down a hallway, and finally into a bedroom, Ethan’s bedroom.
“Sit.” He motions towards the bed. I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest. “Sit down, Caitlin.” For some reason, my legs start to shake, and that’s the only reason I sit down. The shaking probably has more to do with being in Ethan’s room, and less with what happened in the bar.
Ethan closes the door with a bang and stalks across the room. Normally, I’d brace myself for pain or for a hand to roughly wrap around my neck. Ethan wouldn’t do that to me, would he? The fire in his eyes has me wondering, and I actually begin to feel the fear starting to rise again. He closes the distance, and I shirk away from him, waiting for a reprimand. Instead, he drops to his knees in front of me and runs his fingers gently
“Kiaya mistook this place for a different bar, and once we got inside, we couldn’t get away. I tried. I promise, we tried, but he…” Ethan’s accusatory tone has caused tears to sting at my eyes. I point towards Clay, who is still kneeling on the floor under Ethan’s iron grip. “…he forced me to stay.”
Ethan’s expression toward me softens a little until Clay spits out, “She’s a lying bitch. Your slut of a girlfriend was all over me.”
Before I get another word out, Clay is pulled to his feet, and Ethan knocks him on his arse with one punch. It’s only then that I notice Asher near Kiaya. After she assures him she’s ok, he escorts her towards a very amused looking Roman, who holds the door open. I’m lifted over Ethan’s shoulder, marched past Roman, and carried out of the building.
“Ethan put me down!” I shout, but Ethan chooses to ignore me.
“Nice ass, Caitlin.” Roman teases as we pass.
“Keep your eyes off her ass, Roman!” Ethan growls.
Roman laughs even harder. “What a great start to our Saturday night, boys. Brawls and booty!” He says this while slapping my arse after opening Ethan’s truck door. I yelp because it bloody stings!
“ROMAN!” Ethan bellows, placing me onto my feet with a thud.
Roman holds his hands up. “Sorry, Caitlin. Bro, I just couldn’t resist.”
“Arseholes,” I mutter, climbing in next to Kiaya, who is crying and being held by a somber Asher.
“Shit, Kiaya, are you ok? Please tell me he didn’t hurt you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, he didn’t, but that was too close, Caitlin. I was so scared.” Dabbing at her eyes she looks to Ethan and Roman, who are in the front seat, and then back at Asher and says, “I’m sorry for texting you, but my gut was telling me something was really wrong with those guys. I just didn’t know what else to do.”
Ethan doesn’t look back when he says, “I’m glad you did, Kiaya.” His knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel. He’s still pretty angry.
“Calm down, bro. They’re ok,” Roman reassures.
Nothing else is said among any of us, but I feel the tension resonating from Ethan. It takes ten minutes to arrive at our destination, which I discover is the gym. Ethan gets out of the car and walks around to my door, opening it.
I hate that he won’t look at me, and he still seems mad. I understand I could have made better choices tonight, but I’m not a child. That’s how he’s making me feel right now. Ethan holds his hand up for me to take, but his demeanor is intimidating me. I refuse.
“Caitlin,” he warns; his brown eyes now pierce straight through me. I huff when I reluctantly take it, and he drags me behind him, down the alley on the side of the gym. In my heels at this fast pace, it’s a struggle to keep up.
“Ethan, slow down. If you don’t stop with this nonsense, I’m leaving. You have no reason to be upset with me. I didn’t go in there looking for trouble.”
After ascending the steps, we enter his apartment, and I don’t get a chance to take in my surroundings. Despite my protests, I’m taken through the lounge, down a hallway, and finally into a bedroom, Ethan’s bedroom.
“Sit.” He motions towards the bed. I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest. “Sit down, Caitlin.” For some reason, my legs start to shake, and that’s the only reason I sit down. The shaking probably has more to do with being in Ethan’s room, and less with what happened in the bar.
Ethan closes the door with a bang and stalks across the room. Normally, I’d brace myself for pain or for a hand to roughly wrap around my neck. Ethan wouldn’t do that to me, would he? The fire in his eyes has me wondering, and I actually begin to feel the fear starting to rise again. He closes the distance, and I shirk away from him, waiting for a reprimand. Instead, he drops to his knees in front of me and runs his fingers gently
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