#Chapter 50
Warren
Evelyn looks perfect tonight. I can't tear my eyes away from her body but especially her face. Her makeup looks fine enough to kill a man. And then there's her dress. It fits her as if hundreds of seamstresses spent days making it just for her.
She looks beautiful. Not that she doesn't always. The woman is a fucking goddess. Her beauty is unreal. And I'm not the only one who's entranced by it.
Every man in the room has his eyes trained on her. They're stealing glimpses of her as if their lives depend on it. Like she's the oxygen they breathe.
I've caught several men ogling her and it took every cell in my body to not go over and pummel them to the floor. There are so many and I'm occupied with sending every single one of them a death stare. Some don't take heed and I'm taking note of their names so that I can deal with them later.
