“I’m not going with you,” I grit out. “You can’t force me into this. You can’t drag me out of bed in the middle of the night and have a shotgun wedding.”
“Can’t I?” He smirks. “I’m not sure if you heard me the first time, but I can do whatever the f**k I want.”
I shake my head. “Not me.”
His smile widens. “Especially you.”
I tighten my grip on the letter opener, but it doesn’t matter. Before I can say anything else, an arm swipes out from behind me and knocks my only weapon out of my hands.
I scramble after it, but Alexander kneels on my chest, pinning me down.
“I can’t breathe!” I gasp, clawing at his thigh. “Get off of me!”
He looks down at me, his eyes cold. “Are you going to cooperate?”
A sob wrenches out of my tight chest. “Please, Alexand—I can’t—You’re suffocating me.”
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