Gabriella’s POV:
“Who was that asshole?” Tyron asks under his breath. His arm is still linked to mine and he is hardly giving me enough time to step in time with him. For every step of his, my legs need to take two, making me stumble next to him. I look up at the “love of my life” taking in all of his features. He isn’t a bad looking man with his man-bun dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes and pale skin. He is a head taller than me, which is great and he sports a typical corporate build, lacking definition, but not over weight. I guess if he wasn’t such a pig, I would actually be attracted to him.
“Stop looking at me like that, Gabriella.” He says, almost as if he is disgusted. I feel my eyes well up a bit.
“Like what, Tyron?” I hardly breathe.
“Who was that guy back there, in ya offi
