Tobias says nothing, and the driver doesn’t attempt more small talk. He puts the car in gear, and we head off toward the club.
Chapter 15
Joseline
The only noise in the Uber as we ride the few miles to the club is the faint sound of the radio, too low for me to actually make out any of the words. I can almost feel the heat radiating off Tobias from the anger and rage boiling under his skin.
Why the hell he’s so annoyed? I have no idea. He’s the one that invited himself on this trip and hijacked my ride, who made it his business to tag along.
I would have been perfectly content if he’d fucked off, but here we are.
I guess it could be worse…
Not really sure how, but I’m sure it could be.
“You’re ridiculous,” I mutter when we’re a block from the venue. I can tell because there are severallights flashing outside the building and a crowd of people convened on the sidewalk.
“And you’re a brat.”
The car pulls up next to the sidewalk, and I hope that Tobias will tell the driver to take him back to the event center. He got what he wanted and made sure I got to the nightclub. Now, surely, he can leave me the hell alone and disappear.
He doesn’t, instead crawling out of the car right behind me.
I grumble. His presence has already put a damper on my mood, but I refuse to let him ruin my night.
“Well, I’d say it’s been great… but it hasn’t.” I flash him a sickly sweet smile. “I hope you can find your way back to the tour bus alone.”
I turn to walk away, but Tobias catches my wrist in his gloved hand. Even through the material, I can feel the warmth of his fingers slowly creeping up my arm and making it tingle.
With a grimace, I jerk away.
“You can go now,” I assure him. “I can take it from here.”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to hang around until you make it inside.”
“Seriously, what the hell is your problem?” I whisper harshly, taking a step away from him. “You’re a rockstar, not a bodyguard.”
“Exactly.” He levels me with a glare. “You should appreciate that I’m willing to waste my valuable time to make sure you stay safe.”
“And I didn’t ask you to do that,” I point out,stomping toward the end of the queue with him right behind me.
I can’t believe the nerve of this fucking demon.
Como chinga este cabrón.
“I’m not here for you,” he growls, keeping his voice low. “I’m here because Sebastian asked me to keep you safe. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“None.” I shoot him a look over my shoulder as the chatter of the nearby crowd hits my ears. “You could do us both a favor and not talk to me at all. How about that?”
He grabs my wrist and whirls me around to face him. My stomach cartwheels. He’s massive, looming over me as he stares me down, and I feel tiny, even with my heels on. Again, I try to jerk my hand out of his grip, but he doesn’t let go this time.
“Gladly.” His voice is sharp, piercing straight through me. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop watching out for you. I made a promise, and I won’t break it just because you think you’re invincible.”
We stare one another down for a long moment, the tension between us threatening to choke me. Finally, he lets my wrist go and I whip around, turning my back on him. My cheeks burn, and the cold air feels good against my scorching skin.
How dare he say I think I’m invincible.
I’m not invincible, nor am I ignorant enough to think otherwise.
