"Thank you for coming out with me today," I say, nudging my arm against Leo's.
"You didn't give me much choice," he grunts, shaking his head as he pulls his phone from his pocket just as the doors open up to Dom's apartment.
We step into the hallway, and I unclip Jellybean's lead before dropping her to the floor, watching as she pads straight into the kitchen, likely in search of some water and food.
"If it means anything to you, I genuinely feel bad for using the information I had against you to get what I want, but aren't you glad I did?" I ask, slipping off my boots and walking towards the living room doorway.
"No."
Rolling my eyes at his gruff response, I walk into the living room, and my amusement vanishes instantly when my eyes crash with Dom's as he leans against the back of the sofa, his thick arms crossed over his chest, and a deep scowl on his face.
"What exactly is it that you wanted from Leo?" he asks, his voice booming across the expansive room, sending a shiver down my spine.
His darkened mossy gaze flicks back and forth between me and the scarred man stood behind me as he stands to his full height, stepping towards us.
My eyes sweep across him as he slowly stalks towards me—body rigid, knuckles white, brow furrowed so deep his eyes almost seem black.
A spark of excitement shoots through my stomach as he moves closer to me.
"What is it you think I wanted from him?" I shoot back, a teasing tone to my voice, and a smirk playing on my lips.
He takes another step towards me, his booted feet mere inches from my toes.
My pulse is racing, and my stomach is clenched tight, along with my thighs as I breath in his intoxicating scent. I struggle to keep my eyes locked with his as my mind starts to become hazy from the momentary lustful feeling overtaking me from having him so close, and seeing him so obviously angry.
I have no idea why the thought of him being furious is suddenly a turn on for me, but it is, and the longer he glares down at me, the more my thoughts begin to blur in my mind, temporarily forgetting what's even going on at this very moment.
"Go upstairs," he snarls, moving away from me, the space between us snapping me out of my haze.
"What?"
"Go upstairs!" he repeats, his voice loud and firm.
My jaw hangs open for a moment before I scoff.
"No."
"Get your arse upstairsnow, or I'll carry you up there myself and chain you to the fucking bed so you're stuck there until I say otherwise," he snaps, his patience clearly wearing thin.
I laugh, crossing my arms over my chest. "I dare you," I say, calling his bluff.
My smirk falls off my face instantly when he moves towards me, and before I can even think about turning and running, he grabs me around my waist and hoists me over his shoulder before turning towards the stairs.
Lifting my head, I look up at Leo, who's standing by the doorway, watching us with a blank stare.
"Are you not going to help me?" I shout.
Instead of answering me, he crouches down and picks Jellybean up from where she's observing the scene, cuddling her to his chest as I'm dragged away.
"Let me go," I spit through clenched teeth, smacking my hands against Dom's back and flailing my legs in an attempt to throw him off balance. I just hope that if he lets me go, I won't go tumbling down the stairs.
Unfortunately, he tightly bands both his arms around my waist and my legs as he reaches the top of the stairs and starts walking down the hallway, ignoring my protests.
Admitting defeat, I slump over, glaring at his rounded arse that's blocking me from seeing where exactly he's taking me.
Surely he's not actually going to chain me to the bed, right?
Digging my hands into his back, I prop myself up, looking over my shoulder, and when I see him pass my bedroom door, my gut twists.
