Pride. Is something someone feeds on To make himself feel good. The Satisfactory of being able To bribe about something Or someone. For example: "Josef who is this lovely lady? One of your eye candies?" A man with bright blues asked. I snorted. I looked up to Josef, who had puffed up his chest. I rolled my eyes. "Actually no. This is Gorgeousness." He said pushing me forward and showing me off like some sort of trophy. I scowled at him. And was about to open my mouth when he narrowed his eyes at me. Signalling me not to start an argument. I huffed and turned towards the bright eye guy. And we shook hands. He looked me over. And shook his head with a smirk. "Better keep this one close. You never know who might want her." He stated, licking his lips. I frowned at his sentence. I turned towards Josef. His narrowed eyes and clenched fist told me he was pissed. "Mine!" He growled. I frowned deeper. "No I am no ones." I huffed. Something flashed in his eyes. Anger Guess I wounded his ego