Chapter 34. Bed Storm

Dre’s POV

“What the fuck, Dre?!” Xeon bellowed as he effortlessly dragged out my crouching figure from the closet and threw me on the bed effortlessly before straddling me under his legs’ iron grip.

“You are not fucking going and leaving me here alone,” he growled before back kicking my luggage bag off our bed.

“Watch me,” I hissed back before smacking the clothes in my hands on his face.

Xeon caught my wrists quickly and pinned them above my head before growling.

“Don’t aggravate me, Sweetie. Two can play your stubborn game and I hell for sure know that you will be in big trouble if you force the devil out of me,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Get lost then, Xeon,” I glared and tried to push away his chest to get away, only to be pinned back to the bed but with much greater force this time.

Great! Fucking great. I am his fucking prisoner now.

“You are not going anywhere and that is an order,” Xeon fumed while his jaw clenche