Alhaitham could not help but think how foolish he was, how pathetic he was to come here and watch you allow another guy to kiss you with a clenched jaw.

This was the relationship between you and him. Not lovers, not friends. Just two people who would satiate each other’s desires now and then. After all, it was more convenient, was it not? This way, the two of you could still see other people, still be open to other relationships. This was what Alhaitham was fit for, anyway.

However, when he heard your moan... Almost as if possessed by an evil force, he swiftly placed his glass on the counter and rushed over to your side. His fingers were gripping your arm, pulling you away from the guy. He was done with this. Done pretending. Done acting as if he didn’t want to send the guy you kissed to the hospital.

"Get your shit, we're leaving,” he hissed, his long fingers tightening their grip on your wrist. He was going to take you home.