The blonde man was shocked. He had thought that this woman was alone; that was the whole reason why he chose to hit on her.
But it was out of his expectation that her fianc would suddenly show up.
The blonde man could tell this man was someone not to be trifled with, so he had no choice but to back down. Let go of my friend, and well drop the matter, he said through gritted teeth.
Domenic obliged and shoved his hostage forward. The man stumbled into the arms of his friends, groaning in pain.
Now fck off! Domenic barked menacingly.
Scared out of their wits, the men scurried off like mice.
Domenic turned around and helped the drunk Lindsey out of the bar.
It was windy outside, causing the leaves to dance and flutter.
Lindsey, who was leaning against Domenic for support, felt the wind rustling through her hair. Her face was flushed from the alcohol, which made her look somewhat charming.
booksbybunny s booksbybunny
After a while, she seemed to realize that something wasnt right. She looked up in confusion, only to meet the mans deep-set eyes.
Mr. Walsh? Lindsey asked in a daze, her vision blurred and her mind fuzzy. Am I dreaming?
He had left, hadnt he? So, what was he doing here?
There was a hint of tenderness in Domenics usually cold eyes.
Finally, he let out a helpless sigh and explained, I was worried about you.
Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join Stay Updated for All Books Updates
.
Just then, Hendrix pulled up in his car. He was a little shocked when he saw his boss holding a woman carefully; it was the first time that he had seen him care about someone so much.
Is Miss Stewart okay? he asked worriedly.
Shes drunk. Domenic helped Lindsey into the backseat of the car and then got in next to her, closing the door behind them.
Where to, boss?
Domenic reached out to hold Lindsey and asked her softly, Where do you live? Ill take you home.
Drunk and unable to think straight, Lindsey mumbled, Home? I dont have a home
Hearing this, Domenic felt helpless.
Boss, then Hendrix glanced at Domenic through the rearview mirror, not sure as to where they should go.
Take us to my nearest house.
In no time, the car started. Lindsey lay nestled in Domenics arms, her head resting naturally on his shoulder. She instinctively reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his.