Chapter 7

“What do you think you are doing?” she muttered as he walked her out of the club. She staggered, and he paused, bending low to remove her heels. Why do women wear this contraption? He muttered as she leaned her weight on him as he fought to remove the hooks. He snorted at his prejudice. He loved a woman in good heels, and yet here he was, complaining at her love for it because he had to unlatch a pair from the feet of a drunk woman.

He sighed, breathing in relief as he straightened up, the heels in his hands. She gasped as her feet touched the ground, too drunk to cringe at the cold temperature of the bare ground. He smirked at her as she stared at him, looking as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.

“Why are you here, Adam?” she scoffed. “I am not going to marry you even if you act all nice and sweet.”

He snorted. “Why do you think I am here? I am here to save your ass.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Have you forgotten you called me?”

She snorted, stormin