Chapter 15

**Sam**

The moment Zac’s cute little waitress had brought us our food I couldn’t help but be amazed, the food always so delicious when I ordered, my eyes looking towards my food as I all but got ready to dig in only to stop when I noticed Zac looking off to the side of the room.

Curious, I moved to follow his gaze only to see the cute waitress and her friend now standing at another table with 6 or so college boys, boys because they acted like a bunch of jocks.

Frowning, we’re unable to hear them due to the distance but the moment they erupted into laughter I couldn’t help but feel something bad was about to happen the waitress clearly in distress as she all but turns away only for one of them to smack her ass, a growl moving to greet me as my eyes move to see Zac, his eyes now blazing in rage for someone daring to touch what was his.

Luckily the girl's friend was untouch or otherwise I probably would have done something as well, for while it wasn’t official I was planning on claiming that cute little spit fire with the ombre color hair, her hazel green eyes gorgeous as well as her petite curvy body.

“That little punk is going to pay for making Alyssia cry” growls Zac, his voice low holding malice as he all but moves to stand.

Blinking, I try to get him to sit back down, “Dude, your going to get us kicked out and I’m paying good money for this steak” I all but tell him hoping he would at least wait until we finished our meal.

“Then you eat your food then, but I’m not going to sit idly by as my woman gets abused by some punk who thinks he can just touch her whenever he pleases” growls Zac as he now moves to approach the other table.

*Aw, Fuck dude, shit just got real,* I groan, moving to stand up as well knowing that if Zac was calling this girl his woman it meant he truly did love her and it wasn’t just because she was a pretty little sub who would easily submit to him if he asked, no it meant that Zac truly did care for this girl and he would do anything to keep her safe.

Now approaching the table, I move to hang back just a bit, my arms now folded over my chest as I all but stand there watching, Zac now standing at the table as he moves to slam down his hands causing the boys to jump.

“Who’s the boy that smacked that young girl's ass?” growls Zac, his eyes searching for the boy who had done it.

Frightened by Zac the boys move to point to one boy, the boy now glaring at his friends before turning to look at Zac. “I did, got a problem with that, she’s my girl” growls the boy.

Moving to grab ahold of his shirt does Zac move to bring his face close to the boy, “She is NOT your woman, boy, she is a human being with feelings and if I EVER see you smack her ass without consent again, than I’ll be sure to call your parents do you read me” growls Zac, his voice low as he moves to let the boy go his eyes holding that promise.

“You can’t call my parents you aint my superior” remarks the boy, his friends now panicking as some clearly knew who Zac was.

“Dude, Brian, that’s the new Psychology teacher Mr. Hunter. He doesn’t take things likely. I heard from one of the other guys that he cracked the whip down on everyone in his class” whispers another one of the boys, the boy we now knew as Brian clearly annoyed that he got busted by a teacher.

“Seems like your friends know who I am, Now then do I make myself clear?” asks Zac once more his eyes telling Brian to agree or there would be more than just a verbal warning the next time around before moving to turn back towards me only to pause long enough to speak yet again.

“Oh and do yourself a favor, and find a different waitress to serve you, the one you just humiliated no longer works here”

And then before anything else could be said, Zac moves back towards our table, grabbing his wallet and tossing down a 100 dollar bill to cover each of our meals before storming off towards the bathroom, hoping to find the girl that had served us our meal.

-Bathroom-

When approaching the bathrooms, I can’t help but notice as Zac moves to enter into the women's bathroom without knocking, a shock expression now looming over my features as I’m about to walk in after him only to see the cute girl with ombre color hair walk out, our eyes once again meeting.

Smiling, I move to speak to her, “Hello there beautiful, fancy meeting you here” I move to say, the girl silently giving me an eye roll as she did.

“Do you always use flattery to get women to sleep with you or is it just with me?” asks the girl who now stood before me.

“Mmm, depends on the woman, as for you, I’ll admit the only reason I use flattery is to hope I can get you to go out with me” I admit, hoping she would.

“If you wanted a date all you had to do was ask me, besides I prefer older men opposed to little boys” replies the girl, surprising me in the process.

“Hmm, well then beautiful may I ask you for a name?” I ask hoping she would at least give me that much.

“I’m Annabel, and before you tell me your name, I already know it, it’s Sam right?” asks Annabel, her eyes still watching me as I nod.

“Yes, that would be correct, I’m a friend of Zac’s” I answer all but truthfully for while I might be secretly rich like Zac I knew better than to flat out admit it even to my lovely Princess directly in front of me.

“Now then, about that date” is all I get the chance to ask her just as Zac and his girl eventually move to exit the bathroom, the girl's eyes clearly puffy and red from having been crying as we each continue to stand in front of the girls bathroom door.

“Everything good?” I move to ask Zac, knowing I could ask him without giving too much away only for him to nod.

“Good then let's get the hell outta here and find a new place to eat because I’m starving” I explain, sadden by the fact I wouldn’t be enjoying my steak of all nights as Zac moves to chuckle, each of us now escorting the girls from the restaurant in hopes of finding a more quieter place to eat and chat amongst ourselves as we did.

*This better be worth losing my steak over*, I grumble, deciding that I would gladly give up a thousand or so steaks a day if it meant being with Annabel in the end, for Annabel was mine and I would be damned if anyone else interfered with what was ours going forward. Including a punk named Brian.