Healing Touch

¤Chapter 32¤

She watched them talk to each other before Jolene had slapped him and thrown the remainder of her drink on him.

Eleanor immediately jumped up out her seat before going over to the staircase that led to the VIP area. The man who stood had recognised her and let her pass through immediately as she jogged up the stairs.

She began to approach a yelling Jolene who kept poking Roman on the chest as he tried to remove the drink from his eyes. Rolling her eyes she move Jolene away from Roman and took the handkerchief from his pocket and helped him remove the drink from his eyes

"I was still talking to him." She yelled angrily.

"And I don't give a damn." Eleanor simply replied.

She wiped the liquid that remained above his eyes so it wouldn't trail down to his eyes. Before she could speak to him Jolene had turned her around.

"I said-"

"I'm not deaf I heard you the first time and I told you I don't care." Eleanor interrupted. "Now let me make myself clear you little twat." She said through gritted teeth.

Eleanor stepped closer and Jolene stepped back only having to meet the beam that held the roof up. She placed her hand on the side of her face caging her between her one arm and the railing.

"Leave Roman alone, leave us alone and if I have to repeat myself I swear I will not go easy on you this time." She whispered in her ear.

"You can't do that." Jolene exclaimed out of fright followed by a gulp once Eleanor had stepped back. "I will-"

"You'll what exactly?" Eleanor challenged. "Because I know for sure you can't go running to the cops."

"I-I-" stammered over her own words.

"I-I, what?" She quized.

Jolene's lips parted but nothing came out. She gulped looking at the woman in front of her. "I'm not afraid off you Eleanor." She snapped.

"I didn't ask you what you were." She simply said as she stood up right removing her hand. "Now leave." She said.

Jolene looked at her once more before leaving the VIP area. Eleanor let out a breath before facing Roman who had finished cleaning his face.

"What did you say to her?" Roman asked her.

"Nothing really." She shrugged smiling at him as she leaned against the railing.

"That didn't seem like nothing." He glanced up from his suit.

"Yeah you really one to talk." She rolled her eyes. "What were you two even talking about? Matter of fact what the hell were you doing with her in a club?" She asked curiously.

"That's none of your fučking business." He spat rather harshly.

Eleanor looked at him slightly taken aback by his reply. Roman noticed her looking at him making him sigh.

"Elley-"

Before he could finish what he wanted to say she grabbed Gabriel's drink, Gabriel who'd made his way as the two were speaking, and threw it in his face.

"You deserved it you rude swine." She spat before storming off.

Eleanor had made her way down to the dance floor and quickly told Danielle that she was leaving before she left.

"What did you do?" Gabriel asked him as he watched Eleanor speak on the phone on her way out.

"I snapped at her." He growled as he wiped his face once again.