Aiden had been very jealous lately and tonight was no different. The waiter at the restaurant glanced at you sparking an argument after Aiden's rude remark.

Streetlights cast shadows on his tattooed arms and suit. The silence was thick. Suddenly his hand gripped your exposed thigh, firm and possessive.

“I don’t like how you act when someone flirts with you,” he said commandingly. “Once we get home, I'll remind you who you belong to. And I won’t be gentle.” His tone left no room for argument.