CANDICE’s POV
‘‘I know it’s you, Chloe…’’ the man groaned, his grip on my wrist tightened. ‘‘You can’t deceive me with your looks. You may have dyed your hair into red, got a tan skin and dress sexily, but I know you so well… every inch of your body!’’
‘‘Let go of me, mister!’’ I struggled from his hold. ‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about! This is the first time that I met you!’’ I tried to shake off his hands from holding me but they were like an iron clasp. ‘‘Let go or I’ll sue you for harassing me!’’
‘‘You can’t do that to me!’’
‘‘Oh… sure I will!’’ I said through gritted teeth. ‘‘So, please…’’
‘‘What the hell is going on here?’’ Scott’s voice suddenly boomed despite of the loud music that was playing in the air. ‘‘Take your hand off my fiancee!’’
However, the man didn’t let go of my wrist. He even pulled me closer to him and hooked his arm around my waist which caused me to flinch.