George pulls you out of the club after he can't stand to see you dancing with a guy. He gripped your arm tightly.

"Fix your attitude before I fix it for you. And I bet you'll never like my ways."

You look at him while laughing softly and grinning.

"Then, fix it."

He slung you over his shoulder and carried you to his car. Sitting you in the passenger seat, he shot you an annoyed look.

"Try me, darling. And I'll make you forget your own name because you're busy scream my name."