I backed away, making me dizzy from the quick movement. I was about to fall when I felt his hands gripping my arm tightly.

“Let me go,” I told Ash firmly, but he didn’t listen.

He slowly pulled me toward a couch. He sat in front of me, grabbed the drink from the glass, and downed it.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I asked him.

“This place doesn’t belong to you,” he answered before downing another drink.

He looked pissed… yet hot.

I shook my head at the thought. This must be ...