ROBERT

It has been about an hour of pure torture watching, Ava strut around with that blond bimbo she calls her date. Looking in the direction of their table I see him bend and whisper something into her ears once more, while she giggles.

I am battling the urge to go over there and beat the shit out of him for daring to get close to what belongs to me. My woman!! Mine !!

Running a hand through my hair in frustration, I try to focus on my surroundings and the conversation going on around me.

Turning beside me, I find Elena gazing at me with a pensive look on her face.

Fuck! Fuck!

What is wrong with me? I am drooling and obsessing over the wrong woman.

The woman I need to be all over right now is Elena. My business is still at stake for crying out loud!

Picking up the glass of champagne placed in front of me, I drink it down in one go.

Extending my hand towards Elena, I rise from my seat.

“Mademoiselle, would you do me the honors of this dance?”

I say with my best smile plastered on my