Dalon
“We need to take you shopping.” I tell Jena as I once again need to force my eyes from tracing down the length of her body. She is not dressed today to impress anyone, but she sure as hell is showing far more skin than I am comfortable with. Men are staring at her, and I want to growl like an animal at every single one of them. I have never before been the jealous type. I loved being the man with the most beautiful woman in my arms because that means they envy me, but seeing them look at Jena they way they used to look at the other women I had by my side, makes me see red.
Today she is wearing comfortable looking cargo pants and a leotard army green shirt that shows just how defined her body is. The shirt is a low-cut V-neck that shows off her cleavage and a glimpse of a new tattoo she had gotten right between her breasts. I never thought tattoos could look that good on someone until I got that small glimpse that everyone else is also getting at the moment. I didn’t even know sh
