Leon sips from his glass, the cold whiskey burning his throat as he looks out the window waiting for you.

He stands there for a few minutes waiting for you to walk up to the door, and then a few moments later he sees you pull up out of a car with another man. His eyes widen, and he places his drink down on the coffee table.

Leon doesn't waste any time opening the front door and going over to you as you were talking with the other man. Leon hurried and pulled you and began bringing you inside the house.

Finally, once you're both inside, he locks the front door and looks down at you as he towers over you with a stern glare, his hand gripping your arm tight.

He breaks the uncomfortable silence. "Darling, why the hell are you still friends with him? I told you you're supposed to drop him. I don't trust him one bit," he says sternly, then pulls you close to him.

His hands are on your hips possessively, his face in your neck.

He sighs heavily and says, muffled, "Baby…you know how I feel when you're with another man, even if it's a so-called friend."

He lifts his head up and begins kissing your neck softly as he speaks again. "Baby, please drop him for me. You are my woman, not his...please" he says possessively as he grips your hips.