18. The One Where I Protect Her

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"You!" I hissed at Kriti while walking into the club. "Have you seen her dress?"

She grinned. "Doesn't she look hot?"

That would be the understatement of the world. I was expecting Alina I was used to seeing, dressed in jeans and top or a simple dress that reached till her knees, but the Alina I was met with had been too different. Too irresistible. Too hot. Too captivating.

And damn those heels of her. Who bought her such clothes?

What would she think of me I tell her I was barely controlling myself to not touch her, to not kiss her, to not run my fingers over that soft skin of hers? Who give such surprises to their boyfriend?

If the front wasn't enough, her back was held by the closely tied strings.

My brain warned me to get her dress changed, but then I saw the expression on her face. She was trying to accept something. Maybe she did need a chance to realize she wasn't overcrowded by her past.

And she looked happy.

I caught her hand, slipping my fingers be