Chapter 23 Yacth

Yacht BUT I FELT his warm palm on my arm and snatch the suitcase I was holding. I shut my eyes with anticipation. The truth is, I didn't want to let go. I wanted him to hold me like this for as long as possible. But I was hurt. I was devastated and humiliated. I wanted to stay in his arms, but I just can't. "I have to go," I barely whisper to him and snatch my bag from his grip. I could feel his rejection of what I said and some violent breathing before speaking. "I'll drive you home," he finally said. I smirked. "You don't have to. I can go alone, and I don't need your help!" I shouted. I also tried to pull my arm away from him, but I only got weaker. "Let's talk. There's something you need to know." I chuckled. "What do I need to know? I heard everything I needed to know last night. It's clear to me. So stop making excuses, Mr. Saavedra," I expelled angrily. He let out a sigh and looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head. "You give up easily," he sounded very disap