Took Him Home

"Are you having fun?" asked Damien. His tone was lowered, sounding dangerous.

Leslie nodded her head.

"Totally."

With that, she was about to lean closer to the man seated beside her. However, the man had his body stiffened when Damien's scary gaze fell on him.

And only then did it hit the drunk Leslie how familiar the voice was.

She turned back to see Damien standing behind her. On his face played that menacing smile she had grown to become familiar with. This made chills travel down her back.

She gulped.

"Look here, Damien. I can explain. Really."

He raised one of his eyebrows and folded his hands over his chest.

"Go on."

And then, she took that as the opportunity to flee away from him. But before her plans could be carried out, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back. A yelp left her mouth when he suddenly put her on his shoulder.

This got her to move around, struggling in his grip to make him let go of her.