The rage building up in me is greater than I experienced when she fled the other night.
I come closer rapidly without thinking twice, like a lion ready to attack, and when she notices me, her eyes get wide. She tries to smile at me, but then she protests, pushing me away when I grab her by the hand.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I roar, not paying attention to the guy next to her. He's approximately my age. I've seen him before a couple of times, always with lots of girls around him.
"Hey, man, go find someone else. This cutie is with me today," the guy says, offended, grabbing Savannah—my Savannah—by her other hand to make her follow him instead of me.
This cutie.He talks about her as if she's a puppy.
And he touched her.
I think I'm ready to punch him right in the face and throw him out of the club.
"Let me go, Daniel. I'm not your property, and you can’t tell me what to do." She tries to free her hand, but I don't let her.
"I told you to never come here again!" I hissed, leaning closer and pulling her toward me.
"Is there a problem? Because I can..." the guy starts.
"Three nights at the hotel for free, including three different girls you'll choose from the list," I interrupt him, pushing his hand away from Savannah's and looking at him from above.
The guy looks at Savannah and then at me again, probably trying to decide what to do.
"Go to Imogen and tell her that Daniel gave you the white flag," I continue, giving him a code I use when I want to give a gift to a client.
To be honest, all I want to do is to throw him out of here, but I know this guy is not my problem. Savannah is. Even if I throw him out, she'll find someone else to dance and flirt with, only to make me jealous.
And I have to admit that it’s working.
"She won't sleep with you; she's just playing, working you for money," I lie, talking about Savannah and grabbing her other hand to hold in mine. "I'm gonna throw her out right now."
"Hey, that's not true!" she yells, trying to push me away, but I do not give in. "Don't listen to him..."
She turns to look at her dancing partner, but he's already gone.
Smart guy. He knows when to walk away.
"I hate you," she hisses, trying to break free again.
I notice that people are staring at us, trying to figure what is going on. Some of them know who I am, but others have no idea. Usually, if someone acts like I am now, security shows up.
"Follow me," I command, still holding both of her hands in my palms and trying to make her come with me, but she resists so much that she almost falls when I take a step.
I free her arms, grab her by the waist and throw her over my shoulder, with her ass in the air and her head hanging down my back.
I know I have to get her outside and make sure she never comes here again.
But instead of doing that, I'm walking to the elevator doors that lead straight to the hotel rooms.
She punches me angrily a couple of times in my back, showing her displeasure. Still, the second the elevator closes behind us, she stops hitting me, probably finally realizing that she's trapped and there's nowhere to run.
We both keep silent as the elevator goes up to my penthouse suite. I can feel her rapid breathing. Her ass is right on my shoulder, and I fight the urge to turn my head and bite her hip to punish her for being so irresponsible.
The second we walk to my room and slam the door behind us, I put Savannah down on her feet and press her against the wall.
"Why are you here when I told you not to come anymore?" I say through clenched teeth, taking her chin between my fingers.
She tries to hit me with her hand, but I grab it in the air before she can connect.