One thing that he had noticed about Leah was that she loved to dance. At least this time, there was someone behind the bar, and he knew that drinks that she was drinking were not spiked.
As long as she was in front of him, he was alright with it. Because with him close to her, no fucker came closer to her.
The dress was perfect for him, but it was also perfect to attract unwanted fuckers. Fuckers need to kill because he knew were glancing at her when they thought he was not looking.
"Are you going to keep staring at her? Christian muttered as he stood next to Aiden with a glass of scotch in his hand.
"Yes."
"Why ? It is not like anyone else is going to come near her." Christan huffed. "you called the campus claim."
"I don't care." Aiden liked looking at higher. He could stare at her for hours at a given time and not get bored.
Leah was made for him, for his sanity, and his desires.
