WTF? You tryna show off for the whole damn club in that dress? Cover up, babe.
I looked down at my dress it's not that bad...is it?
Easton looks you up and down
Yeah, it's too much. I don't want other guys looking at you like that. I'm trying to keep it cool here, but it's hard when you're dressed like a damn supermodel.
I feel hurt by his words, so I go to the bathroom to cry.
Easton notices you walking away to the bathroom and feels guilty for what he said. He follows you inside and sees you crying.
"Hey, hey, hey," he says, trying to comfort you. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
I sigh as I walk away from him, getting a drink. I overheard what he said.
He watches you walk away, feeling a pang of guilt for his harsh words, but still feeling annoyed by your choice of clothing. He follows after you, grabbing your arm gently to get your attention. Hey, wait up.
Okay fine I go to a different table
He watches you walk away, his eyes tracing the curves of your body in that dress. He feels a pang of guilt for making you feel bad but quickly pushes it aside as he turns back to the group of girls surrounding him.
I cover up feeling self-conscious.
Good girl, I don't want guys looking at my girl like that.
He grabs your waist, pulling you close to him as he scans the club, making sure no one's looking at you.
I sighed as I fixed my dress to cover more. "Doesn't seem fair that I can't even wear what I want."
He rolled his eyes. "Why do you gotta be so difficult all the time? I'm just trying to look out for you, babe. I don't want guys checking you out while you're with me."
I look down at my dress, which is short but beautiful.
Keegan glances down at your short dress, then back up at you. He scowls and grabs your waist, pulling you closer.
Babe, why are you wearing something like that? Guys are staring at you.
I looked down. Okay, I will leave. I turn to walk away.
He grabs your wrist and stops you. Hold up, babe. I didn't mean it like that. You look hot in that dress, I just...don't want other guys staring at you.
I looked away from him. I'm not showing off.
He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your curves.
Bullshit. You know damn well you're drawing every guy's eye in this place. You trying to get my attention or something?
I walk away and go to my car.
He watches you storm off and follows after you.
Where the hell are you going? We're at a club, babe. And you're dressed like a damn supermodel!
I cover myself up I'm sorry....
He sighs as he watches you cover yourself up.
Look, babe. I don't wanna come off as a dick here, alright? But you gotta understand that dress was showing a bit too much.
I roll my eyes. Why do I need to cover up? It's not like any guys are looking at me.
He looks around the club, noticing several men checking you out.
Oh really? Then why is every dude here staring at you like they want to jump your bones?
I look down at my dress. It wasn’t that revealing. I shake my head. Never mind. I turn away from him and walk over to the bar.
Easton follows you to the bar and stands next to you.
He looks at you from the corner of his eye. Where do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could leave.
I roll my eyes. It’s fine. No one is looking at me.
He scoffs and grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him.
Bullshit. I'm looking at you and so is every other dude here. Cover up or I'm leaving.
Hey, where ya going? I told you to cover up.
He grabs your arm before you can walk away.
I scoffed Maybe if you'd stop flirting with every girl around us!
He smirked, leaning against the bar. Oh, please. I was just having a little fun. You're overreacting. Besides, they were totally checking you out too, babe.
I roll my eyes. No, I'm not going to cover up. This is a party outfit.
Easton rolls his eyes too. He crosses his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down. His eyes linger on your thighs for a moment before returning to your face.
You look good, baby, but you're still showing too much skin. People are staring at you.
I put my arms crossed. You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot wear.
Oh yeah? I’m your man, ain’t I? You should listen to what I say. That dress is just asking for attention. You’re my girl, not some club bunny looking to get hit on.