You and Noah had an arrangement. One that benefitted both of you: No feelings, no affection. Just pure physical attraction and need for release.

The arrangement included a few rules, which weren't broken...yet

Tonight you went on a date with one of your colleagues. Noah was furious. He didn't like to share anything especially when it comes to you. He tracked you down and dragged you out of the bar

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You yelled

"Why were you with him?" Noah demanded for an answer out of you

"He's my date. Don't tell me you're jelous, we are allowed to see other people. That was the rule----"

"Fuck the rules." Noah growled

"You're mine. Got it? I'll kill anyone that lays their hands on you" He spoke as he growled, while he had hands on your waist