Edie Pov
My blood was boiling as tears stung at my eyes. I have never wanted to punch someone as much as I wanted to deck Paul square between his eyes.
James' hand rests on my shoulder, sending a wave of calm through me. Enough to dwindle the red I was seeing. "Come on baby, I'll take you home."
"Thank you James, but I'm fine." I stared daggers at Paul, wishing that looks could inflict some sort of damage.
"Are you sure? I'm worried." James ran his large hand over my cheek, brushing away the falling tears.
"Yes, I'm sure. I have to do this, okay?" He simply nodded, not saying another word. "I'll text you when I get home." I gave him a quick peck om the cheek before directing my attention to the man who left my feelings in conflict.
"You and I are going to talk, now. Follow me."
