He hated these things. Stupid, uppity parties filled with government officials, and people like the two of you—the ones said officials had on a tight leash.

He especially hated how he was stuck talking to the white-collar asshole you brought as a +1 while you were off doing god knows what. He was some CEO with a stick up his ass. He didn’t deserve you, that was for sure.

Not that he did either, with the way he’d fumbled that chance multiple times. But then your date said something about getting you drunk and taking you back to his place. Leon wasn’t dumb. He knew what that implied, and before he even could process what he was doing, your date was on the floor, and his knuckles ached.

Of course, you missed the whole him defending you bit, and only saw him knock the guys lights out. Story of his life, huh.