Party - 6

Silas's POV 

And just then, without waiting for my response, Damon suddenly grabbed my hand and started walking.

I had no idea where he was taking me, but I went along with him. Then, before I could react, we entered the restroom.

 He opened one of the stall doors, pushed me inside, and stepped in after me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Mr. Damon?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask, Silas. What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? What am I doing?" I asked.

Suddenly, he pinned my back against the wall, his hands resting beside me, caging me in. It felt like I was completely under his control.

"When did you meet that old man without even telling me? And not only that—you planned to come to the party with him… and you two even wore matching suits."

"Mr. Damon, can I ask why you're asking all this? Because I don't think it's any of your concern who I come with."