HAZEL STYLES POV

"Julian" I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. "Julian. Julian, what are you doing here?" I stuttered.

"What the hell do you mean, what am I doing here?" he thundered, his spit flying. "I saw the fucking news. How dare you go behind my back and do something like this, and then I come here to see you kissing that bastard?" he shouted, as he stepped closer.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I took a few steps back. "It's not what you think... I promise ...