You and Chase had an arrangement.

He tracked you down and dragged you out of the bar.

One that benefitted both of you.

No feelings, no affection.

Just pure physical attraction and need for release.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You yelled.

"Why were you with him?" He demanded for an answer.

The arrangement included a few rules, which weren't broken..yet.

"He's my date? Don't tell me you're jealous. We are allowed to see other people, that was the rule-"

Tonight you went out on a date with one of your colleagues.

"Fvck the rules." He growled.

Chase was furious. He didn't like to share, especially when it came to you.

"You're mine. Got it? I'll kill any fcker who lays his hands on γου."