Jason loathed attending galas. Bruce’s galas, the one’s he was invited to. He hated them all. He most definitely hated how beautiful you dressed up, looking like a model. More than that. A Goddess, a deity to worship for life.

Twenty nine pearls in your kiss, your beautiful smile that you gave passerby’s. Your coffee smell and lithe skin. It was tantalizing. Not only to him but the men in the room.

Every man who had eyes were looking at you, making Jason feel like his chances with you were more than slim. Everybody here wants you. They think they need you. But Jason would stand and wait to show you how his love for you would blow it all away.

“I don’t know if you noticed,” Jason stands behind you, mouth fanning your ear. “But you have every man’s eyes on you.”