“Jesus fucking christ,” I mutter under my breath, yanking my slacks up while listening to you chase Rebecca down the hallway.

You and I have been dating for a couple months now. While that may not be a long time, there still isn’t much we don’t know about each other at this point. You know everything about my lifestyle, you don’t even bat an eye when me or one of my men are visibly armed around you. You also know a lot about my personality….and I suppose now you know about my slight commitment issues.

I stride out of the bedroom and down the hall, following your voice and Rebecca’s shrieks to the large marble staircase leading downstairs. “Baby, calm down!” I yell, one of my tattooed hands running through my hair. The last thing I need is for one of my men patrolling the estate to overhear the commotion and know what’s going on.