Basil brought Irish to his Condo Unit where he's staying. When they got there, two of his men are waiting for them holding their luggage bags. It's Alex and Cufer. Basil drags her to his room and throws her in the bed. Irish gave him a death glare for the dragging her the whole time. He throws a white floral dress to her. "Change your clothes." He said as he eased the necktie of his suit. Irish glared at him, "I'm not coming with you Mr.—whatever is your name. We're not married!" she snorted and take-off her ring. "Put it back," he ordered. She laughed sarcastic, "I don't want to. Here's your ring!" She throws it to him. "I'm out." She stood up and about to walk when Basil held her arm tightly. Their eyes met. "You'll do what I say whether you like it or not. You are already my wife," he said pressing her arm. "O-ouch, its hurt!" she said in pain trying to release her arm to him. He released her. "Are you wearing back your ring or I will cut off your fingers? You choose, love."
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