Helen's sharp tongue could really be infuriating at times.
“Where are you taking me?” Helen asked, suddenly feeling a bit nervous about Zac’s silence and determined demeanor.
“I’m taking you home!” Zac replied firmly.
When the car stopped, Helen looked out, her tipsiness fading slightly as confusion set in. “Zac, this isn’t my house. Where the hell are we? Take me home!”
Zac got out, opened her door, and unbuckled her seatbelt. “My home is your home!” he declared. Without waiting for her reply, he steadied her wobbling steps and led her into his place.
“Zac, let go of me! You’re tangled up with another woman, and now you’re dragging me to your house? Let go!” Helen protested, struggling against his grip.
“I’m not tangled up with anyone. I’ve never had another woman. I only like you!” Zac said, his voice laced with frustration.
“I don’t believe you!”
“Come home with me, and I’ll prove it to you!”
“Who cares?”
“I care!” Zac shot back.
Once inside, Zac shut
