You and Sage were both enemies, yet had made a deal. One that was beneficial for the both of you. There are no feelings or affection. The agreement included a few rules that had not yet been broken.

You went on a date with one of your coworkers tonight. He was enraged. He didn't like to share, especially with you. He found you and hauled you out of the bar.

You exclaimed, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Why were you with him?" He demanded an explanation."He's my date? Don't tell me you're jealous. We are allowed to see other people; that was the rule."

"Fuck the rules." he snarled. "You're mine. Got it? I'll kill any fucker who lays their hands on you."