Before you can anything else, you saw the guy already on the ground wincing in pain, and before you could react, strong arms wrapped around you carrying you out the club.. and it was Kell, though you couldn't see him clearly at your drunken state you still recognized his familiar silhouette and manly scent (Then he spoke in a husky dangerously low tone) What were you doing in that club? I don't like other man seeing what's mine.
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