Chapter 6
Aaron’s accusation brought me back to reality. Emily was the one sit ting at the table with Vincent’s arm wrapped around her, so what did that make me?
His friends watched with rapt attention, and none of them dared to make a sound. Their eyes flicked between us, taking in the drama as it un folded. My torture felt like cheap entertainment.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to struggle anymore.
Emily bit her lip. The way she pouted and batted her eyelashes at Vincent made me sick to my stomach.
“Quit fucking playing. Get your hands off my girlfriend.” Vincent’s patience ran thin. I saw the anger simmering in his eyes as his breathing grew heavier, his chin lifting slightly. It seemed as if he’d strike Aaron out of anger at any moment.
VIILE
It made me a bit excited, to be honest.
Vincent’s enraged expression made me feel… giddy. My frustration morphed into something that felt like satisfaction. I was vindicated. I’d learned of his betrayal in the cold quiet of our empty apartment, but now that he was exposed in public, now that he was shamed in front of his friends he distanced me from-he was caught, in every sense of the word.
“I said no,” Aaron replied coolly, mimicking Vincent’s chin raise, mocking him
Vincent jerked his arm away from Emily, snarling, “Get the fuck off me!” In the next second, he was throwing a punch.
The table shook as he lunged forward, and Emily screamed, trying to pull Vincent back. A few of his other friends stepped in to hold him, but he shook them ofl.
Aaron rushed to put me behind him, then ducked out of the way of Vincent’s hook
Vincent didn’t stop
We had the full attention of everyone in the bar now, and some had their phones out to record the show. Vincent’s friends stepped back, giv ing up on trying to stop him.
It’s normal to enjoy competition over yourself, right?
At that moment, I felt like Helen of Troy, though I knew that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
But as much as I was thrilled by the confrontation, it wasn’t the show down with Vincent that I wanted. I didn’t understand what Aaron was try ing to accomplish by picking a fight like this, either.
the two scuffling men
of strength in my body to hold Vincent still, but it
ILF 17
the table, pain sweeping across my
already imagine the nasty bruise that was
my willpower not to rush up and punch
for some reason, I only noticed Aaron’s alarmed expression. He paused, taking his focus off of Vincent,
his fist into his face. Aaron staggered back with a busted lip, blood staining his mouth crimson. I was ashamed that my first thought was
A woman’s scream rang out suddenly, “Aaron, darling,
falling around her face. It was
enough, we shared the same shade
strikingly similar
related-we didn’t share the same face-but I was certain that everyone around us couldn’t tell us apart
throwing her
IL
the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed, glaring daggers at Vincent. Her arms were
between the two men. “You better be fucking ready for court be cause I will ruin your life for laying your filthy hands on my boyfriend. My father
at her with wide eyes. I felt the crowd’s confused glances between her and me,
Emily meekly
ribs with one hand while I
a straight answer when I asked if he
girlfriend, but we looked somewhat alike! I must’ve
my lips even
Miller,” she said matter-of-factly. “His girlfriend. Who the
around me whispered, “Aaron actually has a
didn’t say anything, and his stare seemed more
Aller glancing back and forth
staring at me, not saying a word. There was a great
mean the redhead?” Molly looked at me in surprise as if she just noticed I was
with hostility. She didn’t even bother asking me what my
I felt over Vincent’s torment