He shouldn’t be jealous, you’re nothing more than his rival, yet he was glaring over his glass of whiskey as some other man put his hand on your thigh. Alex scoffs and downs the rest of the liquor before standing up, walking toward you he glared at the man. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to put your hands on something that doesn’t belong to you?” Alex hissed out and grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the stunned looking man.

“What the hell was that?” He spat out once you two were outside.