He glared, then asked, “How many times did you ask her out?”
George shrugged, “A few times.”
I snorted, then I blanched.
Alexander looked down at me, “How many times?”
I sighed, “About ten.”
He nodded, then he looked at George, “Sounds like stalking to me. And my woman has one stalker. That’s me. So, how about you move out of this apartment building? Forget her face. Forget her name, before I make you.”
George snorted. “Right.”
Alexander grinned, “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
Then, with his free hand, he pulled out his phone and asked George, “What’s your name?”
“Go fuck yourself,” George said.
I looked up at Alexander when I felt his eyes on me and shared, “George Alpin.”
He winked, “Thank you, baby.”
Then I watched as he texted Clip George’s name and asked him to pick him up.
He smirked.
George speed-walked away from us as we exited the apartment building. I giggled.
We stopped on the way and picked up Malinda.
Her eyes were wide as she climbed into the backseat and lifted her brows.
I snorted, “He’s overprotective.”
Then he snorted, “You fucking like it.”
I hummed.
He chuckled.
She tried to talk to Alexander, but he just looked at me and sighed.
I giggled.
Then, as I stopped outside the clubhouse, he reached over, wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulled me to him, and kissed me stupid.
“Later, Star Shine.”
I smiled, “Later.”
He climbed out as Malinda climbed out and got in the front seat. Then she was fanning herself.
I burst out laughing as I drove us to work.
Then I shared, “Don’t take offense to him not talking to you; that’s just how he is.”
She nodded, “I get it. I really do. And now I definitely want more of a dark man.”
