Trouble at the party (1)

Her neck and scalp were hurting, causing her to whimper.

"Reuben, here's your woman." He said and threw her to her knees.

"Ahh!" Jeslyn cried as her knees hit the tiled floor without reserve.

Reuben looked at the pain on her face. Ignoring his bleeding cheek and hurting foot, he helped her to her feet while gritting his teeth.

"For twenty-two years, I've been stalking her, and watching her grow. Even when she made impulsive decisions and did things that hurt me, I never laid a finger on her. Davis, who are you to hurt my woman?" his eyes turned deadly as he shifted them to stare at the stupefied Davis who was standing a few meters away from them.

"She hurt you and I thought–"

"When did I tell you she hurt me?" he touched the blood trailing down his cheek. "Indeed, her pencil heels dug my skin out, but I never complained that it hurt me, did I?" He glared at him.