Letting out a curse, he took my hands and put them behind my back. “Just one fucking kiss! I was with you for two fucking years and you’re treating me like that! You cheated on me with that bastard, broke up with me, but I still tolerated your shit and helped you with Arthur’s matter! But you can’t even give me a kiss?” he hissed. Gripping my hair in his fist, he tried to turn my head to him. “Just give me one fucking taste and I’ll let you go!”

“No! Warner, please!” I whimpered at the sharp pain burned through my scalp. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my heart pounded down my chest with the panic that ran through my veins. “You’re drunk! It’s not you! Come back to your senses! What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!”

He twisted my arm behind my back, making me hiss. Cupping my jaw, he forced me to face him. “You’ll kiss me tonight. I swear, you’ll repent the moment you decided to leave me. No one can make you feel like I can. I’ll make you forget him.”

I screamed when his fingers tugged at my hair harshly.

“You’re mine, Emerald!” He slammed his lips on mine. Disgusted, I moved my head away again before he could thrust his tongue in my mouth.

In the hustle, furious pounding on the door reached my ears. Hope filled me. Just as I opened my mouth to scream for help, I heard his voice.

“Emerald! Open the door!”

Ace?

With my eyes blurred with tears, I let out a sob. “Ace! Ace, help me!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

I hissed as Warner pulled at my hair again. His eyes were dark, wild as he pulled me close to him, desperately trying to get my lips.

“I won’t let you go with him tonight. You’re mine, Em!”

Leaning away, I kept my face away from him throughout the fight as much as possible.

“Emerald! What the fuck—”

Ace’s voice was cut off. Panic washed over me once more, not being able to hear him anymore. Then I heard the door being pounded harshly.

“Ace!” I pushed at Warner again. “Let me go, Warner!”

“You’re not leaving!”

When his lips fell at the side of my lips, using all the power I had, I hit my knee against his groin and pushed at his chest. Letting out a hiss, he flinched away as I fell on the floor. And at the same time, the door slammed down on the ground.

With rigid shoulders, clenched fists and tense jaw, he stood at the doorway. And then his dark and alert stormy gray orbs fell on me. “Rosebud…”

SIXTY-TWO: LET’S GO HOME…