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The ride was spent in an almost suffocating silence. The only sounds breaking through the quiet were the steady hum of the engine and the soft rustle of leaves outside as we made our way home.

As soon as we pulled through my gate, I cut the engine. Summer didn’t waste a moment; she flung the door open, slamming it as she stormed away.

“Damnit,” I muttered under my breath.

I strode after her. “Summer, where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Getting an Uber home!” she shouted back.

Did she really think she could just escape me?

I quickened my pace. Once I reached her, I had her by the wrist, tugging her through the lawn to the front door. I pulled her toward my bedroom room. She stumbled, her protests falling on deaf ears.

“Nicholas, stop it!” When we reached the door, I kicked it open with a pissed off Summer in my arms. I pushed her onto the bed, my hands tightening around her arms. My anger and jealousy spilled over like the whiskey I abandoned during the meeting.

Summer glared u