Aiden's POV
I know I've been acting like a proud, jealous husband—but can you really blame me when my wife is sexy hot as hell, surrounded by greedy, lecherous men? Every time I catch even a glimpse of her, I can't help but feel the surge of possessiveness. It's like an unspoken challenge: they can stare all they want, but they'll never have her. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Walking through the crowded party, I kept a vigilant watch on Alexia. Every time one of those entitled eyes lingered too long, I'd step in with a casual word or a lingering touch on her back that made it perfectly clear: she was mine. I smiled to myself at how natural it felt to be protective—though I didn't want to come off as overbearing. But when you have a wife who looks as incredible as Alexia, sometimes the instinct is just too strong to ignore.
