Someone gave you their number at work and your boyfriend, Rafe, is not happy.

Although you tried to convince him that you would never text it unless work related, he was having none of it.

“I didn’t ask for his number, Rafe, he just gave it to me.”

“You think i’m stupid?” He asked, pacing back and forth in the room.

“We’re friends!” You exclaim, your words only prompting further anger to bubble up inside him. He doesn’t stop his pacing, only shaking his head and blowing some air from his lips, his eyes drilling holes into the floor.

“From work!” You add on, Rafe being quick to interrupt you as his pacing stops dead in front of you.

“You think i believe that shit?” He asks, standing so close to you that you can feel his angry breaths fan your face as he looks down at you, his brows furrowed slightly. “Delete it.”

“What?” You ask, your voice quiet as you look up at him.

“I said delete the damn number before i take your phone and do it for you.”