Chapter 27

ALANA ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, ALANA?’ HE SHOUTED AS HE WALKED into the room. ‘You don’t just walk out on me in the middle of a fucking dinner.’ I made a bolt for the door. I wanted out and away from him and this whole place. But he held out his arm and blocked me like a linebacker, before hoisting me onto his shoulder, carrying me into the bedroom and throwing me down onto the bed. ‘I asked you a fucking question,’ he snarled as he towered over me. ‘I didn’t think you’d even noticed that I’d gone,’ I snapped. ‘Keira and Michaela looked like they were keeping you plenty entertained.’ His scowl deepened. ‘So, this is about your childish jealousy? You made me look like a complete fool because you couldn’t handle me talking to a couple of women? For fuck’s sake, Alana!’ ‘Oh, get over yourself!’ I sniffed. He leaned his face closer to mine as though he was about to reprimand me, but then his sco