Elle
"Aaron?" I gasp.
My fake fiancé stands merely inches away from me, his hand around the throat of a man I don't recognise, practically choking him as blood dribbles down the side of his mouth.
What the hell happened here?
I wasn't even gone that long.
But apparently, going to the ladies' room for a couple of minutes meant that my fake fiancé had the opportunity to pick a fight.
The two men stay rooted in place, neither of them attempting to move other than the slight heave of their chests.
"Aaron" I say his name again, this time taking a hesitant step forward. "Let him go."
The firmness in my tone surprises me.
He hesitates, and for a moment, I could swear I see a flicker of a smile ghost across the strange man’s bloodied lips—but that can’t be right. With the way his mouth is
