JAXOM’S POV
I paced restlessly outside of the door, fiddling with the gold cufflinks at my wrists. My calfskin Italian leather Oxfords had all but worn a footpath into the carpet beneath them, and every time I checked my Rolex, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. At the sound of approaching footsteps, I quickly cleared my throat and straightened my back, clasping my hands behind me. Jessira’s scent wafted beneath my nose as the door swung open, and my shoulders slumped in disappointment.
“Looking good, Jess,” I smirked as the Gamma emerged in a fitted three-piece suit, complete with collar pins, a chain, and a black ribbon tie. “You trying to steal my girl?”
“Uh-uh, I’m not trying to fight your possessive ass. All I can say is, you’re about to lose your damn mind. That dress is…” At a
