Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 18

'Keep your fucking hands to yourself.' Harry snarls at a poor, startled Cockney. He doesn't know what's hit him. I feel bad; he was only trying his luck. I would have dealt with it. Where did he come from? This is all I need on my night out, supposedly free from arrogant men. Or not so, it would appear. He's left me for four days wondering what happened, and now he's turned up, out of the blue, raging like a wild bull. Has he even calmed down from Tuesday?

'I'm sorry mate. I didn't mean any offence. Your boyfriend and I were just chatting about shit, ya know.' Cockney explains, completely panicked.

Boyfriend? Oh! I want to advise poor cockney that I'm not even the boyfriend of the maniac pinning him up by his throat, but judging by Harry's obvious mood, I'll decline at the risk of pissing him off further.

'Harry, let go of him, he wasn't doing anything.'

Cockney looks at me gratefully. He knows I'm stretching the truth. A few more seconds, and I'm pretty sure I would have been throwing a drink over him. I gently stroke Harry's arm in an attempt to calm him down, ignoring his warm firmness. He looks like he could explode with anger. I'm pissed. How dare he turn up and trample all over my recovery night.

'What's going on?' Beth arrives next to me.

'Nothing,' I snap. 'Harry, let him go.'

He doesn't appear to be listening. What am I supposed to do with this? I don't want to see him. I'm feeling derailed already, and he hasn't even looked at me yet. I can hardly walk away and leave poor Cockney to bear the brunt of Harry's unjustified rage. Where the bloody hell has he been for four days?

I'm beyond relieved when Ian turns up on the scene. 'Ian, please sort your twat of a friend out,' I turn towards Beth. 'Come on.'

Beth's eyes light up like The Blackpool Illuminations at Ian's unexpected arrival. I hear Ian calmly coaxing Harry from Cockneys throat as I drag Beth away, heading for the dance floor.

'What was all that about?' she asks.

'Don't. What happened to Greg?'

'He was a total dick. Come on, let's dance.'

Tom and Victoria welcome us with waving arms as we join them on the dance floor. I've been thrown off guard by Harry turning up. Is this a coincidence, or did he know I would be here? How could he know? I was having a great night, not having thought about him for at least an hour. That's a record for the last four days. Damn it!

I push Harry out of my mind and soon let The Source & Candi Staton take me to a better place. I love this track.

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After half an hour and a string of some great tracks, I haven't seen or heard from Harry. Ian must have ejected him, or maybe the doormen did. Either way, I'm free to resume the great night it had been up until Harry crashed in. I signal to Beth that I'm going to the toilet, smiling when she acknowledges with a shimmy and a laugh.

As I exit the cubicle, I check my phone to find ten missed calls from Harry. What? Oh, he's angry all right. But what on earth has he got to be mad about? Any pangs of Harry withdrawal have been extinguished by his unreasonable behaviour. Who does he think he is? I don't dwell on it, though. I clear the missed calls, making my way back to the dance floor, only to find the others making their way to the bar.

'Drink!' Tom clenches his throat in an exaggerated signal of thirst.

It's Victoria's round. As I wait for her to get served, a wave of unease washes over me. He's still here. I know it.

She hands me my drink, her mouth gaping open. 'Oh...my...God!'

I take my wine. 'What?'

'That guy, the one in Starbucks I was telling you about,' she explains, nodding over my shoulder. 'There he is. I told you he was yummy.'