Credit to @lunawritesatnight on Instagram
The party was as extravagant as you expected it to be. You recognized almost everyone from the parties his family had thrown over the years. But this time, it felt odd since they were here to celebrate you and Kyle getting engaged.
Speaking of, the man in question was out shaking hands with people who were frothing at the mouth for two seconds of his time. He must've felt you staring at him, as he made eye contact with you over someone's shoulder and rolled his eyes.
You shook your head and focused your attention back on people-watching when a random guy came over to you.
"Someone as pretty as you shouldn't be standing in a corner like this," he slurred.
"The bar is over there," you said, pointing across the table. "Maybe you'll be more comfortable there."
You turned to leave, but he grabbed your elbow and pulled you onto him. You stumbled and had no choice but to hold on so you wouldn't fall.
"No, I think I'm comfortable here," he said, leaning in to try and kiss you. You were about to step on him with your heel when he was ripped away from you.
Kyle had him in his grasp, eyes wild with rage. "You dare to touch my fiancé?"
The guy smiled, basically signing his death warrant, because Kyle punched him and he fell to the ground.
"I guess those push-ups were a good idea then?" you tried to lighten the mood, but he wasn't having it.
He tossed his car keys at you. "Go home. I'll meet you there."
"What are you going to do?"
He picked the guy up. "Beat him senseless till he forgets how it feels to have you in his arms," and dragged him out of the venue.