Chapter 12. Show Me the First Step Now

My body freezes as I catch sight of Kian standing by a corner. My drunken brain tries to come up with an escape plan. I could walk right past him, head down and slip out the exit, or I could go out through a window. Those frosty blue eyes land on me, daring me to run. And me, ever the wiser, accepts the dare. I’ve never turned down a dare before, so I run.

I pushed past sweaty bodies as I tried to get away from the imposing male on my heel. Most girls would be running to him, but not drunk me. My heel breaks and I cry out, before discarding both heels. That made me stop, and before I could continue running, strong arms gripped my waist and I scream as Kian lifts me up and straps me effortlessly on his shoulder, his muscled arm keeping me in place.

“Put me down! Put me down!”.

He starts moving and my head is spinning. Not able to hold it in any longer, I hurl, drenching the littered floor in vomit.

This doesn’t deter my determined husband one bit, as he exists the ba