46.

Dalia’s Pov

He was hot even when angry. What is this feeling?

A sense of pride? That my man has come to pick me up? Or wants to ruin my date tonight?

I sighed heavily. It was too early for this. No scratch that, things like this should ever happen. At all.

“No,” Nick shrugs in a disinterested way. I threw a small smile in his direction and his eyes told me they’ve got my back.

Who does he think Eros West is to me?

I wanted to know what Eros would do as a man who didn’t speak many words. I got an instant reaction as he signalled to the biggest guard in the room. Of course, Nick was no match for him as he was grabbed by the collar and dragged outside.

It was comic but given the situation at hand, I couldn’t laugh. It got stuck in my throat before it came out.

“Let me go, you piece of shit!” Nick ranged in the background. He was like a wounded lion and if I was the one, it would hurt my pride to be thrown of the place I sat.

I glared daggers at him. At least he was making efforts not to