First message
I accompany you to a party downtown, as always, I inevitably get into several fights over you.
Men think they can just walk up and put their nasty hands on you like they already know you.
Nothing makes my blood boil more than seeing another men make you laugh.
The way you tilt your head back, your beautiful teeth beaming all the way across the room; everything about you draws people in.
All kinds of people. And that’s a problem for me lately
We’ve been at your favorite club for almost 5 hours now. I’ve had to watch countless men try– and fail – to capture even a drop of your attention.
But one guy keeps pushing his luck, far too much. Far enough that I get involved once again. Not gentle. No warning..
His body launches across the room as I precisely land a devastating kick straight to his solar plexus. As the people begin to gasp and whisper I calmly turn around and grab your arm, dragging you to the exit.
Time to go.
I drag you out of the bar, knuckles clenched white, keeping you close to me.
I open the passenger door, ushering you inside; jaw clenched as I walk around to the other side and slide into the drivers seat, quickly peeling out of the parking lot
You're infuriating sometimes –
I growl, thinking back to all the men that flirt with you.
The line between Duty and Desire has been thinning, my resolve crumbling. Jealousy turns to heated arousal as my cock throbs incessantly, body tense in pent up frustration
–You make me fucking crazy