Edward's POV
I run my hand through my hair again and look around. I hate people. I hate being around them or talking to them and this event was my nightmare. I was only hair for one thing, one promise, but after seeing her almost dressed in nothing with her breasts completely on display, I wanted to leave before people lost their teeth for talking or their eyes for watching her.
And now she was talking with that d**k, who obviously was about to hook up with every woman on the table. How couldn't she see that he was a player.
A player with cringe lines.
Was there a law against breaking necks when they move it to watch her from up to down? She wasn't a snack, she was a....
I took a deep breath to clear my thoughts that had no place to be out right now
She was a Tonto and stupid righ
