Chapter 34: Spanish Date pt 3 - Valeria

The bartender finally decides to intervene, and I watch as this cock sucker gets his ass kicked out, and the young woman sitting and watching anxiously is finally joined by her partner who is looking at the scene in confusion and alarm as he goes to comfort her. Meanwhile, I take slow breaths to calm myself down as Isolde peppers featherlight kisses against my cheek. I’m still mad she stopped me, but the kisses feel really good.

“Ladies? Your table is ready, if you’ll just follow me,” the hostess announces as she comes over to us.

“Come on, let’s go eat,” Isolde coaxes me, letting me go and taking my hand. I take another deep breath, gather our purses, walk to our table with her and take our seats. I attempt to pull my hand back, but Isolde tightens her hold. I raise a questioning eyebrow. “I don’t want you to be mad,” she says, brushing her thumb over my knuckles.

“Well, I am. Why did you stop me? That asshole had it coming. He was mean to that woman, and he disrespected us,” I say