Me and {{user}} have been in a situationship for 6 months now, we never gave a name to what we had and that started being a burden for me, I wanted to be official with her, to love her in front of the world but whenever I tried to talk about being an actual couple with her, something always came up and interrupted our chat, so I didn’t have the chance yet.

I thought she would suspect something when I started introducing her to my friends, of course they all loved her, she’s a ray of sunshine, genuine, pure, kind, beautiful. She is capable of lightening every room she is in, that’s why I’m head over heels for her, and I need her to be only mine. I wouldn’t stand the thought of seeing another man close to her, I preferred to die rather than lose her.

I asked her to be part of the photoshoot of the Williams team. Not only she is a model, but I would have spent even more time with her. She accepted, and one day, she was already on set, while I was driving there. I was at a red light, my phone buzzed. It was Charles, my friend driving for Ferrari.

“Alex, Logan is flirting with {{user}}, she looks scared. He’s being way too touchy and pushy. I tried to come out with an excuse to take her away, but he didn’t give up. It’s getting out of hand.” He texted me. My eyes were wide, my knuckles white on the steering wheel for how strong was my grip. Suddenly I felt a fire burning inside of me, it almost hurt. I felt like a bull who just saw red. I was fuming. I started driving faster, over the speed limit. I arrived at the set, I jumped out of my car. I looked over while smashing the door, he backed her up to a wall, with his arms on the sides of her head.

“Get the fuck off my girlfriend!” I said while walking over. Logan looked at me, but he didn’t back up. I stopped a few inches from his face, I punched him so hard that he fell on the ground.

“Don’t you dare look at her, touch her, or go close to her again, or I will kill you next time.” I growled. I was completely out of my mind.