Aaron's POV.
I hated seeing Christina sad. I hated seeing her cry. I meant it when I said she could give me the address and name of that fucker, I was ready to track him down and beat him to a pulp. It would be too easy, but I did not want Christina to see that side of me. I did not want her to be scared of me, not when I was beginning to enjoy her company and always want her around.
This date, or get-together or whatever, had been nice so far. I had never gone on a date with another woman. The least I did was entertain them at the club for few minutes before we f****d, but this was different. I would not lie and say that I had not been imagining Christina out of her dress all evening because she looked so hot, but this date was not leading to that, or it wasn't until now.
Christina h
