CHAPTER 133: YOU WANT TO TORTURE ME?

SABRINA'S POV Just then, the manager ran over, his belly threatening to spill out of his tightly buttoned shirt. "Stop recording!" he yelled, but I was sure for the viewers, this was the hottest scene they had ever seen outside of a movie. Mr. Alex stared at his hand before chuckling lightly and slipping them into his pockets. This doesn’t look good. Before he could say a word or Missy could put on another show, I suddenly felt myself being picked up horizontally in a bridal style. Instinctively, I rested my head against his shoulder without a word. I shut my eyes to avoid the camera flashes, and Jared, understanding my thoughts, pressed my head against his chest, hiding my frame in his hold. He walked out with me while the paparazzi followed, leaving Missy and Alex in the restaurant with the sweaty manager and a stunned Dave. Even Harden, who stood in the corner, wasn’t exempted. I was stuffed into the car. As I tried to rub the man’s cheek, he looked like he wasn’t having any of