Alana
The blonde b***h who’d been kissing Liam in the club bathroom, or at least seemed to be kissing Liam, was sitting only a few rows ahead of us. She caught my attention the moment she walked in, and I could tell by Liam’s tensed body at my side that he had seen her too. She turned her head slightly, glaring back at me as she tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth. Her vivid red lips pursed into a threatening smile, her gaze drifting over to Liam next. Instinctively, I moved my hand slightly higher on Liam’s thigh, squeezing it. He was mine, and this b***h needed to back off.
Tingles spread across my jaw as Liam’s fingers gently brushed it, turning my attention in his direction. I gasped a little, finding him smiling back at me with the slightest concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?
