Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 189

When I turned, I saw glistening eyes that surprised me, causing my hand to flutter to my chest. "Mark, you scared me!"

"Sorry about that," he said with a smile that could light up the darkest room. "Wasn't trying to eavesdrop. Just happened to walk by."

I waved it off with an easy laugh. "Here to socialize or hang out with friends?"

"Friends," Mark replied, his voice soft. When he glanced toward Christine, there was a hint of resignation in his eyes. It didn't take me long to catch on who he was referring to.

Catching the drift, Christine interrupted, "You two chat. I'm off to dance."

She entered the bar and shed her coat, revealing a sleek black silk slip dress that flattered her elegant collarbones. She was turning heads the moment she hit the dance floor. And boy, did she know how to capture an audience with her moves.

I settled down with Mark, curiosity getting the better of me. "How's your injury? You're not supposed to drink, right?"

"It's nothing serious. Looks worse than it is," Mark shrugged. "I'm not drinking. Just drowning Steven's sorrows for him."

Glancing at Christine, who was the life of the dance floor then, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Seems like we're all escaping in our ways."

Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by a commotion coming from the direction of the dance floor. A fight had broken out!

Mark and I turned to see what was happening, and to our shock, it was Steven.

He was visibly drunk, pinning another man down and landing punch after punch, all the while shouting at Christine, "What the hell do you think you're doing touching her? Who the hell do you think you are to touch her?"

"Steven, are you out of your mind?" Christine was livid, pulling him up forcefully. "What's it to you who I dance with?"

Caught off guard by her question, Steven retorted defiantly, "You just can’t!"

With a scoff, Christine shot back. "Since when do you get a say in who I dance with?"