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Jessie turned when the hand gripped her waist with force. The male was a little

aggressive to hold her that tightly while dancing but she knew no one would hurt her.

She looked up and gasped. Justice glowered at her. He was at the party and he didn’t

seem happy to see her, judging by the way rage glinted in his dark eyes. She glanced

down when his other hand reached out and both of them locked around her hips. He

wore a dark-navy suit, a black, silk tie and appeared civilized from the neck down.

“You need to go home right now.”

Jessie met his gaze again, taking in the extent of his anger as she studied his harsh

features. He’s livid. His nose flared, he softly growled and his fingers tightened their hold, to confirm her assessment. She frantically turned her head to search over her

shoulder, spotted Breeze and didn’t see surprise on her face. She had a sinking feeling

that her friend