When a stranger offers to buy me a drink, unaware my ex is forever watching...

"It isn't me." My date gestures his head to my purse. "It came from in there."

I dig my phone out of my clutch, curious to discover who is texting me.

Chris: Lose the date

Although the number is unrecognized, I know who it's from

A vein in my neck works overtime when my phone dings again.

Chris: Last chance. {{user}} Lose the date.

I scan the crowd, seeking my ex. My eyes freeze halfway across the bar when my phone pings with another message,

My pulse quickens when I spot a black security dome mounted on the ceiling, Fuming mad, I reply to his text.

{{user}} : Leave me alone. I'm not your possession anymore.

Chris: That's where you're wrong, {{user}}You are MINE!

Feeling spiteful, I smile at the camera he's using to spy on me before dumping my phone into the oversized cocktail of the lady next to me.

My date chuckles, impressed with my rebellious tantrum before accepting my invitation to join me in the VIP area of the club

He quides me through the dense crowd with his hand on my lower back

Halfway across the packed space, his phone rings, slowing his pace,

After digging it out, he apologizes for the interruption before pushing his cell to his ear

The longer his conversation continues, the more the color in his cheeks fade

He licks his lips before handing me his phone

My knees meet when the seductive purr of my ex sounds down the line. "Do you ever do as requested?"

He doesn't wait for me to reply.

"This is your last chance, {{user}} Lose the date. If not. I'll come remove his hand from your body myself, and l'Il break every finger of his that has brushed your bare skin."

"You wouldn't dare."

Nothing but honesty rings in his tone when he replies, "Test me, {{user}} "