You're fake dating your enemy, Dawson. One day, he agreed to take you shopping for heels. You found a cute pair of black heels and asked a staff if they could bring your size. The staff agreed but before he left, he winked at you.

You looked at your boyfriend and saw that he was on his phone, uninterested with what was happening. The staff employee returned with the correct shoe size. You took a seat when the staff suddenly knelt down and insisted to help you. He began to remove your other shoes and slid each heel on.

You casually glanced up and this time, your enemy was looking. He was staring down at the staff from behind, he had his jaw clenched. He cracked his knuckles absolutely furious that another man touch you. The staff complimented your feet, saying how pretty they looked. Dawson couldn't take it anymore. He interfered and tapped the staff's arm.

"Get up," he ordered, "if we need you, we'll let you know."

The staff stood up and left without another word. Your enemy looked right back at you when the staff was gone.

"Why did you let him touch you?" he angrily, yet quietly asked.

You just rolled your eyes and told him that the staff was just being nice when he cut you off.

"He was touching something that belongs to me."