Smiling shyly, I removed my hand from his grip, putting some distance between us. “That’s so nice of you Philip, but everything will be fine.” Grabbing my hand again, he placed a business card in it. "If you don't want me to accompany you, at least take my card. My cell phone number is written on the back. Call me when you get home. I like knowing you got home safe. " I placed his card in my pocket and thanked him for this wonderful moment. “See you soon, Isabel.” He said simply, before returning to his place. Lowering my head, I disappeared into the women's restroom. After doing my business, I washed my hands and started freshening up my makeup. Suddenly, I saw Rebecca coming out of a stall, but I refused to acknowledge her presence. The night was getting better by the minute. "Hello, Isabel. You seem... nice." She said impolitely. "Thank you Rebecca. You too. Now if you excuse me." Quickly exiting the bathroom, I felt Rebecca immediately grab onto me. She grabbed my elbow, stopping me near the door and successfully blocking my way. His smile was cynical, but I was too tired to allow him to drag me into a confrontation. "I broke off my engagement after running into you and Brian in Washington, D.C. I realized I couldn't marry Jeremy while I'm still so in love with Brian. I'm not letting him run away this times and I would greatly appreciate it if you stayed away from him. I'm not going to let you come between us. This time I'll fight for us." Irritated. "Rebecca, he's all yours. Make sure you remind him of that. I'm not the one chasing him. Now if you'll excuse me." Walking towards the exit, I found Brian and Philip having a very heated discussion. The moment Brian spotted me, he walked towards me,...... middle of paper ...... behaving like a Neanderthal. Bending down, he picked me up, pulled me over his shoulder, and carried me to my room. while I complained in vain. I knew I should have said something to stop him, after all I was still angry, but effortlessly he cleared my mind and replaced my thoughts with memories of our past. I loved him. Consumed by its smell, my defenses failed me. I can't resist him anymore. His touches comforted me on a deeper level I couldn't explain. After taking off my dress, he picked me up and threw me on my bed. Sitting next to me, he began to take off his shoes and socks. Pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees, he turned to me, hastily tearing off his shirt. He grabbed my face with both hands, looking deep into my eyes. "When are you going to get it into your head that you are mine? You will always be mine.”