SOUR MISTAKE

Angelo pulls me up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while I kick and scream like crazy, no matter that I show my small underwear. I yell to my bodyguards to help me, and apparently they are stuck with a piece of blood sausage because they remain motionless looking at the floor.

“Let me go, Angelo; don't be bold,” I demand when he puts me down to try to push me into his car.

“Please behave; you've embarrassed me enough tonight,” he mutters to me, clenching his fists, and this doesn't stop me from yelling at him.

“Hit me, that's all you're missing, you filthy pig; I knew you were hiding your true personality.” His look transformed as if he were possessed, and he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into the car.

“Let's go to the house.” He ordered his driver, and while he grabbed my hands to prevent me from scratching his beautiful face, now the possessed one is me, who attacks him like a beast using my claws and teeth. I bite him, considering receiving a blow to make him let