Jason hates those Galas. Flashy cameras, small talk, people everywhere. You being there by his side was always a relief, mainly because he wouldn’t have to stand alone in some corner, clasping a champagne glass and shooting death stares across the room.

Seeing you in a flattering dress was only the cherry on top….if only everyone else would keep their eyes and hands to themselves.

And even if your relationship wasn’t exactly public yet, seeing you talking to one of the many slick back, black tuxedo, charming smile, millionaire sons at this ball, just made his blood boil.

“Hey, baby.” He says, the word just rolling off his tongue. An arm wraps around your waist, standing beside you, towering over the other guy just enough to be at least a little intimidating. “You alright?”