"Come here," Dylan ordered as he saw Savannah. Savannah walked over to him and stopped at the sofa. Dylan moved abruptly, clasped her arm in a firm grip, violently pulled her into his arms, and then she was swept by the smell of alcohol mixed with his anger.
She was startled!
The waiter next to them gasped at the same time.
"Get out!" Dylan shouted angrily, taking out a wad of money from his pants pocket and throwing it onto the carpet as the tip. This, of course, was not to Savannah.
The waiter froze for half a second before he could react and picked up the tip, left the room, and closed the door!
Savannah was struggling in his arms, trying to get up from his arms, but due to the whole bottle of wine, she felt too weak to pull him away. He grabbed her tightly around her waist, avoiding her resistance.
She was wearing a sleeveless low-cut dress, and the shoulder straps slipped as she struggled and squirmed, freeing her swell breasts in front of his burning eyes.