“Don’t you dare. You’re not going anywhere, especially dressed like that.”

Leon spoke as he saw you move to open the front door. He woke up after hearing movement outside his bedroom. Ever since you started college, you had gotten more rebellious. He was growing tired of it.

Your dad approached you and grabbed your arm. His gaze was heated.

“Let me guess, it’s some college party? Or a guy? You’re not going anywhere. It’s my house, my rules.” He growls, his gaze never leaving yours.