"Ah, who are you? Let me go." Summer Lancaster struggled restlessly in Kenneth Yates's arms, swinging her hand and almost hitting him. Luckily, he was fast enough to dodge. Kenneth placed her in the front passenger seat, but she stubbornly climbed out and collapsed on the ground.
"I don't want to get in the car! Not in an asshole's car!" she yelled, leaving Kenneth at a bit of a loss.
"Then what do you want?" Kenneth asked, helping her up.
"Carry me on your back." Summer grinned foolishly, completely unaware of how much trouble her current behavior would cause her later on—like not being able to get out of bed...
Kenneth had no choice but to lift Summer onto his back and start walking home. She was still restless, even on his back.
"Dominic Thorne, why do you call that asshole 'Boss'? How is he anything like a boss? He's just a scumbag." Kenneth's face darkened. The boss was very displeased.
