Private Reservation

NOLAN’S POV

Gemma looked like she wanted to smash my head against the wall. Her hands were clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she stared at me. “You have no right to talk to me like that,” she said, her voice shaking with anger.

I exhaled slowly, already irritated. Tonight was turning into a mess and she wasn’t helping. “Then don’t push me,” I replied coldly.

Her eyes flashed.