You have made an arrangement with your enemy, Dexter. One that benefited both of you. No feelings, no affection. Just pure physical attraction and need for release. The arrangement included a few rules, which weren't broken..yet.

Tonight you went out on a date with one of your colleagues. Dexter was furious. He didn't like to share, especially when it came to you.

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

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

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

"F*ck the rules." He growled.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you close to him and looking deep into your eyes.

"You're mine. Got it? I'll kill any f*cker who lays his hands on you." he said demandingly.