Burning for her

Chapter 25

"Why are you telling me this?" I questioned.

"I liked her much more when she was with you. She looked way happier that way, and way healthier too. Just-"

"Time and space." I finished. I could do that. I did it for a month now, I could do it for a little while.

"Yes. Time and space." Their smiles were very similar. Kind, bright, heartwarming.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, there is a chance she will never forgive you." She shrugged.

"That's a way to brighten the mood." I downed the glass with a smile.

I spotted Hayley and Rebekah returning, walking to the table where Lillian was now sitting, talking to the kick-boxer. I saw the quicker pace of their step, the different facial expressions and the guy walking behind them. He was taller than both of them, his dark blue shirt flexed on his body as he reached out, sliding her hand around Hayley's waist.

"Excuse me." I looked at Addison before walking off to them. Hayley took a step away, turning around, planning to push him, but he was faster, stepping back.

Lillian and Daniella turned around in their seats, just the moment when I grabbed the guy by his shoulder. "Man, you really should not have done that." My fingers dug into his muscles, my thumb pushing into the soft part above her collarbone.

"It's ok." Hayley cleared her throat, looking around at the people watching us.

"It's really not ok." I frowned at them. Lillian, Daniella and Max were already walking over us, ready to finish what I started. There were only a handful of times when I saw Lillian mad and this was one of them. It was less scary when her anger was towards someone else and not to me.

"Let me the fuck go." He cursed under my hands, trying to pull away, but I held on tighter.

"Darling," Lillian's jaw clenched, standing behind her fiancé, handing her the car keys. "wait in the car."

"What?" She frowned.

"Wait in the car." She repeated with a cold expression. Hayley was still not moving from her spot, clearly not wanting to leave without Lillian.

"I will handle this situation. You all can go home."

"What the fuck is going on?" The guy looked around, starting to get terrified.

"We are gonna have a talk about manners and about how we do and how we don't approach women." I turned him around, pushing him into the direction of the exit.

He tried to face me, but I pushed him against, making him stubble back a few times, until we were out in the night. "Look, sorry that I touched your girl. I shouldn't have, but we can agree that that dress called for attention." He held his hands up, walking backwards, away from me.

My jaw clenched. "I'm really trying not to hit you in the fucking face." I tried to be better, fight against all my judgments of smashing his head in with the nearest subject I could find. But if I wanted to get my girl back I had to be better than I was.

I took a big breath. "For starters, she wasn't my girl. Even if she wasn't anybody's girl, you don't touch people who don't want to be touched by you. She had a fucking engagement ring of her finger."

"I wasn't looking at her fingers." He grinned. Fuck this man! I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Clara?" I turned to the direction of the voice. My heart didn't only skip a beat, it completely stopped for a good 15 seconds, when I saw Abigail. Her red hair was braided, her cheeks pink.