"I like talking to you," I say. It does nothing, he just responds to another text, "And I just saw your McLaren yesterday, we can take it for a drive if you want." He's too entranced texting, he doesn't respond. I nudge him with my foot. "Nah, don't feel like it," he finally says, starting to annoy me now. Who the fuck does he think he is to have me here begging for attention? "Look at me," I demand, putting some Alpha force into my voice. I can see him tense up and fight the need to obey me. If there's someone who could actually fight that need, it would be him, but right now he lifts his head and finally gives me those eyes, full of fire. This time it's me who's fighting against a force, the need to touch him. I swear I try, but my hand moves on his own until I'm holding his face, "You still mad at me?" "I don't give a shit about you, Saint Bernard," he responds with a harsh tone and tries to move away from me, but I don't like this behavior. I tighten my hold and keep him in
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