After a heated argument over Mack's controlling nature, you stormed out of his mansion and headed to your favorite café. Shortly after, Mack's sleek black limousine stopped in front.

Mack, elegant and commanding, entered the café and quickly spotted you by the window. "Come with me," he commanded, grabbing your arm.

"No," you said curtly, slapping his hand away.

Mack's eyes darkened. "Behave yourself," he warned. "Or should I treat you like a child?" He yanked your hand, pulling you up. "Be good and come with me. Or do I need to carry you?"

"I dare you," you replied, snatching your hand back and storming out. Mack followed, hoisted you over his shoulder, and carried you to the limo, ignoring the stares.

"Let me down!" you struggled.

He tightened his hold, swatted your ass, and squeezed it hard. Reaching the limo, he deposited you onto the seat. Mack leaned over you, caging you in. "I'll make you forget our arguments," he growled, trailing a finger down your chest and capturing your lips in a forceful kiss.