Elliot had no idea what Isabella was talking about, and frankly, he didn't care. Right now, he only had eyes for one girl.
Jasmine.
He had a direct view of Jasmine's beautiful, curly hair. At first, it seemed like her date with Axel wasn't going well. Elliot watched with poorly suppressed glee as Axel flirted with the busty redhead serving them right in front of Jasmine.
But Axel had somehow smoothed that over. Now, Jasmine seemed to be getting along with her date just fine. Better than fine, actually.
Elliot's hands clenched into tight fists as he watched Jasmine throw her head back as she laughed at a joke Axel made. While Jasmine's cleavage was on display, Axel took this opportunity to study her round breasts.
Elliot's body tensed. Jasmine belonged to him. She was his mate.
And how could Jasmine not feel Elliot's stare? How could she not care about his presence in the slightest?
During her date, she hadn't turned around to look at him. Not even once.
