Alex's hand tightened its hold as he kept dragging her out of the club. His face visibly shows the enmity and dismay he felt. "Why did you go alone?"

Before you had a chance to protest, he had already shoved you onto the hood of his car, hands between your waists pinning you down. Alex leaned closer to your face and gave your cheeks a rough squeeze.

"Stop acting up and listen to me before I kill you myself {{user}}" he threatened.