CHAPTER 91

I did not try to put up a fight as he took my hand and dragged me with him out of the club. The girls followed us behind hurriedly. Connor's grip was tight and firmed on me and somewhat hurting. "You're hurting me, Connor," I told him but he did not listen. He continued to pull me away with him. He didn't even try to lessen his hold on me. "Let me go!" I snatched my hand from him as soon as we got to his car and the drunk girls scampered inside. They did not try to say a word as well because Connor was visibly more than pissed. Connor glared back at me, his face cold and unsmiling. "You know, sometimes, you piss me off so much." I crossed my hand against my chest and tried to clear the tipsy off my eyes. Connor's rage was hot enough to make me sober but it did not. I tried to keep my gaze focused on him. "Yea?" I replied questioningly. "I'm not so bothered about Summer or the fact that you almost got in a fight..." "That man was practically trying to grope my sister." He sucke