Chapter Eighty

Justin’s POV

“What the fuck is going on here?” Aiden spat, his eyes glowering at me. I paid him no mind and instead picked up my shirt and jacket that I’d discarded earlier. His gaze remained on me as I got dressed. “Ayva,” he called, directing his gaze to her.

Ayva frantically tried to arrange her hair that had been disheveled by me, she looked guilty as if she’d been caught doing what she wasn’t supposed to.

“Why the hell were you here with him? How could you do this with him when you came here as my date.” He sounded disappointed taking a step closer to her when she didn’t reply to any of his questions. I quickly moved to her front, as if trying to protect her from him.

“Back off!” I spat, taking a threatening stance.

I noticed how tightly his hands were balled up and with the way he glared at me, I could tell he wanted nothing more than to just punch me in the face. And I was waiting for him to do that. I was waiting for him to throw the first punch so that I’d have an excuse