It was your friends 18th birthday, and it was a house party. Frankly, her father didn’t care if anyone drank, but was like a bodyguard. You had met him a few times only to the point of him recognizing you in a crowd…but he definitely recognized you at this party.

“Curse that outfit..”

He grunts in frustration as he sees you in that outfit, dancing to the music with someone very sensually. It’s like he was..jealous? “Not on my watch..” He grunted while walking towards you.