MIA'S POV
I folded my arms and stared at Xavier with growing irritation as he blocked the path. His audacity was astounding. Standing there, his posture rigid and authoritative, he acted as if he had some right over me.
“Tristan, leave,” Xavier demanded, his tone harsh and absolute.
I clenched my fists, my patience snapping like a brittle thread. “Excuse me?” I stepped forward, my eyes locking with his. “Who do you think you are to tell me or my guest what to do?”
Xavier’s jaw tightened as he looked at me, the possessive glint in his eyes making my stomach churn. “I’m just looking out for you. You don’t know him like I do,” he said, his voice firm but layered with frustration.
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Looking out for me? Don’t flatter yourself, Xavier. You’re nothin
