Ch 29
Quinton POV
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“What the hell was that?” I ask her instead of asking what the hell is that dress she's wearing.
My nerves burning in me.
With sheer anger that is making me go wild.
I don't expect her to stay home, all day
I get it, she would like to go out have fun which she should.
Live her life like she wants to.
But I didn't ’t expect her to dress that barely sits on her ass or her smart mouth in the crowd either.
She did nothing wrong, that man called for it.
But her dress…?
It's too f*****g short.
And the crowd was just watching her.
Those girls jealous of her curves.
And the men?
Gawking at her, wanting her.
But one guy took the courage to go talk to her.
She shut his mouth very fine, not caring about anything.
Fierce.
That's what I like about her,
