ANNABELLA'S POV His cold dark blue eyes, white short hair, and perfect features sparkled under the multi-colored club light. I didn't realize what he was doing until I was completely out of the club room. I pulled my hand back from his grip and stepped back from him. Was he angry? Well, who cares? “ What the fuck are you doing here?” Was he angry, what did he care anyway? I stared down at his feet and felt a bit guilty for vomiting on him. I didn't mean it, it just probed out of my throat all of a sudden and I couldn't hold it in. “ Sorry about that,” I said trying to avoid his gaze, I didn't know why I was angry with him when I shouldn't be. “ You didn't answer my fucking question” I like to curse, I guess. I felt the sudden silence and when I looked up I noticed his gaze was behind me. “ Get inside the car” he growled and I didn't need him to say it twice because I could feel his anger which scared me a little bit. The tone of his voice was different, not the one that
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