Dre's POV

“What the fuck, Dre?!” Xeon bellowed as he effortlessly dragged out my crouching figure from the closet and threw me on the bed effortlessly before straddling me under his legs’ iron grip.

“You are not fucking going and leaving me here alone,” he growled before back kicking my luggage bag off our bed.

“Watch me,” I hissed back before smacking the clothes in my hands on his face.

Xeon caught my wrists quickly and pinned them above my head before ...