Between walls and hearts

end, Michael, had insisted, and for some reason, Brian had caved. It wasn't the crowd or the music that bothered him-it was the people. Every

t want to dress up, didn't want to be surrounded by people who saw her as nothing more than his assistant. But Brian didn't take no fo

and why he'd insisted on bringing her along, and it only irritated her more that she couldn'

laughter, the noise-it wasn't her world. But Brian seemed perfectly at home, his confident

nita ap

ldhood friend, or more accurately, his childhood stalker. There was a possessiveness in her gaze that Jessica could feel even from across the room. She didn't kn

as happening, he pulled her into a kiss. a deep, possessive kiss. It was almost as

mind racing with confusion and questions. She barely had time to think about it when Brian pulle

he room. The party felt even more suffocating now, the

s lips had barely left Jessica's when he pulled back, his heart racing despite his usual composure. For a brief

, she couldn't help but wonder what had come over her. Her heart thudded painfully against her chest, a wave of confusion was

ood near the bar, laughing and talking in low voices. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but at the same time, he was already distancing himself from the enco

the world had slowed down just for her. Her hands were trembling slightly, and she wasn't sure whether it was from anger or excitement. Why had he kissed her like tha

his late twenties, was smiling down at her, offering her his hand for a dance. His voice was sm

Brian out of the corner of her eye. His expression had shifted. He had stopped talking to the men by the bar, his ga

o crackle with something dangerous. Something possessive. It was as though the

ow. Her heart skipped a beat. Was this jealousy? It didn't make sense. She had no claim over Brian. He was her

knife. He didn't bother with pleasantries. His hand reached out, grabbing Jessica's wrist with surprisi

his voice low, his tone n

startled. "What?

d, his hand tightening around hers as he b

for a moment. Jessica didn't look back at him, nor did she feel any re

ibrant conversation and music, now felt stifling, like it was closing in on her. Her skin prickled as if everyon

pulse raced as she yanked her wrist out of his grip. "Why the hell did you do that?" she

w tightened. "I wasn't about to let some guy

w the guy. You had no right to just pull me away like that. What i

nse, locking onto hers with an emotion she couldn't quite place. His lips twitched slightly, li

eyebrow, disbelieving. "N

et in the c

For a moment, it caught her off guard. She studied his face, searching for any sign of what he was re

hat you can control me like this. I'll go, but onl

ar, not bothering to check if she was following him. Jessica,