I was just about to reach for the passenger door handle when heavy, furious footsteps approached from behind.
A strong hand clamped down on my wrist, yanking me back so hard I crashed into a solid chest.
Brandon pulled me close, his fingers digging into my skin.
His eyes were blazing with a dark, terrifying possessiveness as he glared at Vaughn over my head.
"No," Brandon snarled, his voice vibrating with rage. "You're mine. You're not coming with him."
I let out a loud, genuine laugh, staring at the hand gripping my wrist. I shook my head, looking up at his furious face.
“I’m not yours,” I said, pulling my arm. His grip was like iron. “In fact, I don’t even know you.”
Brandon’s expression darkened. Before he could snap, Vaughn stepped between us, effortlessly breaking Brandon’s hold.
“Yeah, she’s my date tonight,” Vaughn said, his tone light but his gaze sharp. He placed a hand on the small of my back. “Do you have a problem with that, Brandon?”
Brandon’s hands curled into fists. He opened his mouth, fully prepared to cause a massive scene right there on the pavement.
But then, a piercing scream echoed from inside the lounge.
“Brandon!” Paula shrieked.