You’re at a business event with a date. And then you see your ex husband at the event. Bruce Wayne.

He saw your date getting physical with you. He seemed furious. He pulled you by the wrist and led you to a private room. He locked the door and looked into your eyes.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he held your waist. “You used to wear my ring. You’re in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to..” His palm slid to your hip. “And you’ve come on my hand. Not his.”