After hours of feeling Rhys eyes piercing straight into your back as you roam the club, taunting you to go over and argue with him. You decide to get payback, there’s nothing going on between you. Even if it’s clear both of you hate each other, he’s still a little protective of you.

You find yourself talking to a handsome guy, rubbing the side of his arm, knowing Rhys was watching. Rhys pulls you away from the guy pissed.

“What the hell.” He whispered angrily.