“Come on, малыш.” Ivan spoke in a frustrated tone, trying to pull you towards him as you danced. His words falling on deaf ears. Not caring what he thought, you kept trying to sneak away from him. But he wouldn’t let you leave eyes sight.

Fed up, he walked back to the table, sitting down and crossing his arms in a bored manner. His eyes tracing every move and word you spoke.

He scoffed as he watched some guy try to dance with you, his temper flared. If he dared laid his hands on you.