Alexander pov
As I was waiting for the drinks, I looked at Alisha. Today her dress is an asymmetrical black floor-length gown with long sleeves, slanted, slashed, and slit up to the thigh.
The dress hugged her figure as it revealed curves and skin that my fingers ached to touch. Her creamy skin is glowing under the lights. She looks utterly graceful and captivating.
All the men here are looking at her like hungry wolves. I know that this is going to happen. That's why, when I picked her up, I wanted to cancel the plan and hide her from everyone.
I don't want to restrict Alisha from wearing what she desires. She can wear anything she wants; I will protect her. I hate that these people are looking at what is mine. But they can never approach her. I will never let them.
"Hello, Mr. Moretti."
