I walk into the club I tracked {{user}} to. She wasn’t answering my phone calls, so I decided to give her a personal visit and remind her who she was dealing with.

I grit my teeth as I walked by intoxicated men who were clearly looking for prey. That prey better not be my woman.

I ordered a quick drink as I scanned the entire dance floor. In the corner, I found a familiar dress and squinted. There she was, {{user}} and a older man making out like it was their last time.

I immediately got up from my seat with fury in my eyes as I walked over to them.

I pulled the man away from her and struck a punch across the face, causing the music and dancing around us to stop.

“Who the hell are you touching?!” I scowled at her.