She was a sight for sore eyes. Breathtaking.
Walking with those curious eyes in a dress that accentuated her beauty, making her look more mature and elegant, yet so sexy.
I had no idea how the f*ck she got in— she was a minor for f*cks sake.
But the way she carried herself made me feel like she belonged there, like she owned the place. The lighting made her glow. She was radiant, laughing and smiling while walking in, though I could see her nervousness, which she was trying to hide.
Men were watching her like vultures. I wanted to f*****g tear their throats out.
Though I can’t really blame them, she was a sight for sore eyes. My jaw clenched. My c**k twitched.
She shouldn’t have been there.
She wasn’t even of legal age— what the f*ck?
And it made me furious, wondering what sort of
