Page 8 of Fire Dragon Lover

The man's name was Shane, and he was every inch a gentleman. He told her funny jokes and was a sweetheart. As they dance, he explained how he was a huge supporter of Metahuman rights and that he worked for a large corporation that was trying to help push them. Gretchen didn't know much about the company but was happy to listen to him as he explained it.

As they danced, she basked in the joy of it. This doesn't last long as she could feel Logan as he glared at her. His look could melt walls if it needed to. She could tell he was not impressed, but she didn't care.

She's just spent a large portion of the night drinking alone, and she wanted to dance. She wanted to enjoy herself just a little.

After the third dance, she knew that Logan's staring wasn't going away, and it was making her uncomfortable. He was still her boss, and she didn't need to piss him off.

"I'm getting a little tired." She told Shane, "I think I'm done for the evening."

Shane and her turned, and he walked with her off the dance floor. "You mind if I call you? I mean, can I call you?"

Gretchen was a little surprised, "Why?"

Shane smiled at her, a little shocked at her answer, "Why? Because you look gorgeous, and I enjoyed my time with you."

All of a sudden, Logan cut in with a rough tone, "She's here on business, not for dating." He grabbed onto Gretchen's hand a little too tightly.

Gretchen's face turned a dark shade of red and she quickly apologized as Logan started dragging her a few feet away onto the balcony.

She ripped her arm free with a scowl, "What the hell is your problem?!"

The wind picked up and hit both of them. Logan ran a hand through his hair and turned to her, "What the hell are you doing?! We are at a business event!"

Gretchen scowled, not understanding why he was the one mad. He was the one that had been ignoring her most of the night as he picked up women left and right.

She wanted to bite her tongue, and she knew she should, but the liquor gave her the strength to talk back. She curled her hands into tight fists in a fit of rage. "I know we are at a business event, did you remember? God, how many women did you pick up just by walking in the damn door? I wasn't the one who ignored their plus one the entire night as he flirted his way to the top. Might as well have been be swinging your damn dick around at this point!"

As soon as she said it, she knew she shouldn't have said anything. She regretted her words and looked away.

She took in a deep breath of the cool air and sighed. She knew she should have kept her mouth shut, and now she said something she couldn't take back. She was embarrassed and sighed, "I'm going home."

She turned to leave, intent on calling a cab, but Logan grabbed her hand and turned her towards the car they took together.

Fifteen

Logan

"Let go!" Gretchen yelled at him as he stormed down the stairwell and dragged her behind him. "Logan! This is completely unprofessional. Let go of me."

Logan couldn't let go of her. Her hand was the only thing that kept him from transforming and ripping the damn building apart. His rage was boiling over, and there was nothing to stop it.

"Logan!" She yelled louder as she tried to wiggle her hand free from his grasp. "Logan!"

He turned towards her, "Stop." The words came out sharp, and for a moment, she froze. Her eyes grew wide, and her face paled. She blinked and dropped her tone to something softer. "Let go."

"No." He growled the words out and turned once more towards the car. He ripped the door open and threw her purse in first. She started screaming now, "Stop it! I'm not leaving with you! You're such an ass!"

An ass? He wanted to laugh, considering he was trying everything in his power to keep her safe. He was spending endless hours and nights worried about her well-being, and he was the one being considered an ass?

He moved her with his firm but gentle hands forced her into the car and slammed the door shut as hard as he could. He walked around and hopped into his side. He started the car as his hands gripped the steering wheel tight.

Gretchen glared out the window, her arms crossed, "This is completely uncalled for."

"Really?" He growled out, "Says the woman that told me I should go swinging my dick around."

She rolled her eyes, "Well, might as well have." She muttered as she glared out her window.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel further, his knuckles turned white. "Are you going to meet up with that man?" His voice came out darker than before, more demanding. He knew he was losing control over himself.

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