Bruce wasn't a jealous man, those feelings that made his stomach turn and get irritated rarely showed themselves in him, but that night, when he had decided to take his partner at a gala, the people's attitudes made him regret it.

Of course, his brilliant partner had dazzled several of the millionaires who attended these galas, several of them who, regardless of his presence, dared to shamelessly flirt with you.

Bruce was irritated, staring at you from the table that had been assigned to you two, drinking from a glass of wine and having a conversation with one of those shameless ones who was flirting with you.

Bruce's patience, which was quite a bit, seemed to be running out, so feigning calm he approached his lover, running one of his hands from their waist to their hip, smiling proudly at himself as he observed the slight disdain in the eyes of the idiot who dared to flirt with you.

He wasn't jealous, for him, those feelings were for insecure people and he, who had money, intelligence, personality and good attractiveness, was not insecure. That was completely ridiculous. That was more... A feeling of possessiveness.

“Beloved, sorry to interrupt your conversation with your... New friend, but could we talk for a moment?”

Bruce directed his gaze at you, smiling even though In his mind he was dragging you to the manor, preventing those daredevils from approaching with daring intentions towards his partner.

Why they don't understand that his partner was his?