Ana's POV
Frustration bubbled up inside me, and I couldn't stop myself from pinching Morris's extended hand.
"This is all on you!"
"Guilty as charged. Tonight, whatever payback you've got in mind, I'm ready for it," Morris said with that infuriating grin of his.
"Morris!" I snapped.
When he saw I was actually getting worked up, Morris finally quit his teasing.
The truth was, there weren't any bite marks on his right shoulder—Morris had completely fabricated the whole thing just to get under my skin.
As Morris helped me slip into my evening gown, I caught him staring with an intensity that made my cheeks warm. The way his eyes traced over me in that elegant dress was almost too much.
Tonight's gala would be crawling with men, and I could practically feel Morris's jealousy radiating off him at the thought of their wandering eyes.
Sure, most people knew I was his girlfriend, but Morris's possessive streak ran deep—he wanted to be the only one looking at me like that.
