protective

He let go of my hand, and picked up his phone.

He answered the call, putting it to his ear.

As mewaited, i noticed the look on his face. It was darker and colder, and he almost looked completely mad.

He was talking through gritted teeth, and it was obvious that whoever he was speaking to, was infuriating him.

After a few moments, he hung up. He seemed to be trying to calm himself. He closed his eyes for a moment, and breathed out, before turning to face me. He walked back over to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist once again, pulling me to him.

What happened

He held me close to him, his hold protective.

“That was my brother.” He said, his voice low.

It was unusual to hear him talk this way. He was *livid*.

His grip on me tightened.

“We’re going to my penthouse.”

I still insist on asking him Oki but what happened

He began to lead me back to his sports car, sitting me down in the passenger seat.

He got into the car as well, but before doing so, he had to calm down again.

He hated the way he was feeling. Seeing me hurt like that, plus whatever his brother said, was pissing him off to no end. He took a deep breath and exhaled, before starting the car.

The drive to the penthouse was silent. I occasionally glanced at him as he drove. He was gripping the steering wheel extremely tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He was pissed. He could barely think straight, all he wanted to do was make sure that bastard pay for harming me .

Pls tell me what happened

He let out a long sigh, still keeping his grip on the steering wheel.

“My brother just told me that they found Max beaten up. He’s in the hospital now.” He spoke, his voice cold and dark.

He said this as if it were nothing, but in reality, he was glad that bastard got beat up.

How

He stayed silent for a moment, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

After a minute went by, he spoke.

“He said some of my men found him like that. and they did what they had to do he said, his voice calm now.

He glanced down at me for a moment, taking in my appearance again. It still pissed him off.

He was *so* mad, he could barely focus on anything other than *me*. He had known me since childhood, and he always found it hard to keep his emotions in check when it came to me.

He was mad at Max for hurting me, and just generally annoyed that he even touched me at all.

When the two of us finally reached his penthouse, he hurried out of the car, making sure to open the door for me

He took my hand in his and practically dragged me into the penthouse, immediately grabbing me and holding me closely to him once inside.He placed his hands on my waist, keeping meclose to him. He was almost afraid to let me out of his sight, in case something happened to me again

. He gently placed his head in the crook of my neck, taking in the scent of your shampoo.

He was trying to calm down now, his breathing more even.

He loved this closeness, being able to hold melike this. But he also hated that he had to do this. He should’ve been there to protect me , instead of finding mebeaten up in the middle of nowhere.

I understood how he felt but why i didn't understand that i loveed this cause he always made me feel safe and we both never confessd each other still

But now, at least i were in his penthouse, *safe,* and away from the person who did this to me

He slowly wrapped his arms fully around your waist, pulling me *closer* to him, almost making me stumble against his chest.

Continued in next chapter see u people later

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