"Excuse me…?"
For a second, I wondered if I'd heard him right. Then a strange scent drifted to my nose.
Alcohol.
I frowned. Was he drunk? The sun was still high; it wasn't even evening yet. But looking closer, I realized alcohol wasn't the only issue.
His eyes were bloodshot.
His complexion was sickly pale.
His balance was unsteady.
And the way he stared at me felt deeply wrong.
My heart skipped a beat.
Wait…
Don't tell me…
Is he on drugs?
Before I could fully process the thought, he suddenly strode toward me and grabbed my wrist.
"Hey!"
I tried to pull away.
"What are you doing?!"
His grip tightened.
"I've had enough of you playing hard to get."
My eyebrows shot up.
What?
"You even dared to use that pathetic man just to get my attention."
For a split second, I truly thought I'd misheard.
"I did what?" The words slipped out automatically.
This bastard had completely lost his mind.
