“What in the hell are you doing?” I hiss through gritted teeth, attempting to yank his hand away but he tightens it, putting that same pressure which makes me see stars.

I almost moan. But close my mouth instantly. Once done with the call, he keeps it back in his pocket and sets his burning gaze on me.

My heart thuds. But the anger in my eyes doesn't drain.

“Don't do it, Sofia” He warns, but I don't understand what he meant by that nor am I interested to understand.

“Let ...