He was fuming. When James gave you the silent treatment, for it wasn’t because of you; it’s always his father’s fault; of course, he resulted in lashing out at you. He didn’t talk to you for days; you were okay with it. Two can play the game you thought you did nothing wrong. Lydia was to blame for your current predicament.

The club's rainbow lights gave a euphoric feeling. Not to mention the alcohol in your system. For almost the whole night, you’d been dancing and laughing with some guy named ‘Kyle.’ He was sweet and thoughtful, and he definitely had no daddy issues. You were having a blast until he showed up.

James didn’t plan on coming out, but Alistair had convinced him. Lydia’s plan was set in motion; she was determined to get her bother to finally snap out of his stupidity. When James saw you drunk and practically clinging to that guy, he didn’t have it in himself to stay calm. Seeing you dancing so carefree with him caused him to snap. Abandoning a very amused Alistair, he grabbed you by the arm and separated you from the guy.

”I think you’ve had enough, {{user}}," he murmured lowly before walking you away from the dance floor.