Ice and Fire novel Chapter 653

"Greg, let me go," she urged once again. "If you want to tell me something, just say it! Don't drag me like this to God knows where!" But her efforts went in vain. Greg didn't release her or even slacken his hold.

When they finally reached his car, Greg pulled her towards him and pressed her against the metal door. He stared at Violet as his eyes burned. "Quiet, or I can guarantee you won't like what I do to you next."

Violet quietened down. She took one long look into his eyes and knew that Greg was not joking. His tight expressions and clenched jaw told her that he was not in a good mood. Greg was on his last nerve and she couldn't imagine what he would do if she made a fuss.

She stopped struggling and breathed hard.

Greg released her and opened the car door. He looked at her sideways, saying,"Get in the car."

"Where are we going?" Violet asked timidly, looking up at him. 'Where was Greg trying to take her?' she wondered. It made her anxious. He was not being himself.

Greg ignored her question. "Do you want me to pick you up and put you inside myself?"

Violet paused for a second before finally getting in.

Greg went to sit in the driver's seat and started the engine. The car raced out of the parking lot at once.

The drive was silent. After about half an hour, Greg cut off the engine at the entrance of a hotel. It was the only five-star spa hotel in the city.

The moment Greg got out of the car, one of the security personnel jogged over to him. Greg threw his keys at the valet and walked over to the passenger seat. He abruptly opened the door. Violet got out, keeping her eyes on him. Greg clasped her arm and moved in the direction of the hotel entrance.

They went to the service desk where the receptionist waited for Greg with a room key.

"Excuse me. Are you Mr. Greg?" She asked politely.

"Yes," Greg said.

"Here are your keys. Your room is on the 23rd floor."

Greg took the keys from her and walked with Violet to the VIP elevator.

In the elevator, Violet remembered that Greg had called a friend during the drive here, asking him to book a room for him. She trembled, wondering why he had brought her here.

They stopped on the 23rd floor and got out. Greg brought her to the door of their room and unlocked it.

Violet was hauled from the living area and into the bedroom. Unceremoniously, Greg threw her onto the bed. She tried to prop up on her elbows as Greg moved on top of her.