SHARON'S POV
As I walked out the door, I couldn't help but think about Ace's behavior. One minute he wants me gone, the next minute he's holding me back. What's going on with him? Is he playing some kind of game with me? I felt a shiver run down my spine as I quickened my pace. I had to get out of here, fast.
But as I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me. I glanced over my shoulder, but I didn't see anyone. Still, the feeling persisted. I picked up my pace, my heart racing with fear because I didn't want to even have another conversation with him, fearing that I might break down in presence of such a cold jerk.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm, holding me back. I spun around, ready to defend myself, even though I knew it was just Ace. His eyes were fixed on me, his expression cold and unyielding.
"You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice firm.
