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    His warm breath swept across my face, and the icy intensity in his eyes pierced through me, each word carrying a thinly veiled threat.


    I red back at Bryan, a spark of defiance igniting in my chest, unwilling to back down.


    To my surprise, my resistance only seemed to amuse him. A small, indulgent smile spread across his lips as he reached out and tousled my hair like one might do to a rebellious child.


    Time crawled at the banquet, each minute dragging on like an endless punishment. Finally, when the music faded away, the guests began to disperse, and relief washed over me like a wave.


    Eager to escape, I turned, ready to leave without another word. But before I could take a step, Bryan’s hand mped around my wrist.


    “Makenna, don’t run off. I’ll be taking you hometer.” Those words were thest thing I wanted to hear.


    My expression darkened instantly, but I turned away, hiding my disappointment from him. I refused to give him more fuel for his games, more reasons to make me suffer.


    As I debated how to slip away unnoticed, a group of well-dressed guests surrounded Bryan, eager to congratte him and engage in conversation.


    My heart leapt. Seizing the opportunity, I gently pulled my arm from his grip and slinked through the crowd.


    The cool night air greeted me outside the hall, and I quickened my pace, determined to leave the suffocating atmosphere behind.


    But my escape was cut short by a sleek ck car that pulled up silently in front of me.


    I paused. The back window slid down, revealing a handsome, enigmatic face. His eyes, usually sharp and calcting, now held a hint of something softer. “Get in,” he said, his voice steady but carrying an edge.


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    I pretended not to notice him and started to walk around the car, unwilling to deal with yet another problem.


    But Dominic wasn’t the type to let go so easily. He swung open the car door and strode toward me, grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the vehicle with swift determination.


    “Let go!”


    I fought back, using every ounce of strength I had, but his grip was unyielding. My struggles were futile against his raw power, and before long, I found myself shoved into the car.


    Anger red inside me as I turned to face him. “What do you want from me?”


    “I’m taking you home.” His voice wasced with the unmistakable slur of alcohol.


    I nced up at him, noting his dazed expression, flushed cheeks, and the messy ck hair falling over his forehead. The usual cold arrogance had melted into something softer, almost boyish in his drunkenness.


    The faint scent of alcohol clung to him, mingling with an allure I couldn’t quite describe, and despite myself, I found my gaze lingering on him longer than I intended. Shaking off the thought, I protested, “There’s no need. I can get home on my own.”


    Dominic simply gave azy smile, his lips curving slightly as if he hadn’t even heard me. He waved his hand to the driver, signaling him to start the car.


    I sighed, knowing there was no winning tonight. Sleep would note easily, not with Dominic in this state.


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