Misconception

The corners of Zayn's lips curled upward as he kept watch on the female server and the men who eyed her with obvious desire.

It didn't matter whether their desire was stimulated by the alcohol they drank or due to the lack of intimacy they had during the last few months. All of them were unabashedly staring at that one particular female server, who was walking through the Inn serving mugs filled with beer and cleaning the tables.

Her long flowing hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had piercing blue eyes that sparkled lightly with a hint of discomfort which she was trying to hide to the best of her capabilities.

Unfortunately, that grew more difficult over time. It was late at night by now and there were only a few guests that weren't wasted. The lustful gazes that lingered on her were getting more intrusive and she was trying hard to continue smiling warmly and doing her job.