“what the hell are you doing?” dallas asked with a stern and coldly tone as he had you backed against a wall, his hands pinned near both sides of your head as he trapped you between him and the wall. he caught you purposely flirting with the bartender in the club from afar and he was not happy about it.

“are you trying to piss me off tonight {{user}}?.” he asked harshly but possessively, his gaze kept on your eyes.