With eyes formed into a scowl, lips pressed into displeasure and rage running hot through my veins, I stormed into his office. His eyes snapped up from his mobile. Standing in the middle of his office, his features matched my emotions right now. He was glaring holes at his phone when I barged in.

I knew what ran in his head. Of course he would be mad if I wouldn’t respond to his non-stop calls and messages. My phone stopped vibrating as he cut the call.

“Where the hell were you?” he fired, throwing the phone on his desk.

“And what the hell did you do?” I countered, glaring at him.

The place between his thick brows crinkled. “What did I do? Shouldn’t I be the one asking you questions right now?” Sharp jaw ticked. “You went to meet him again!”

Now that took my attention off the previous matter.

Warner? How did he know I was with him a while ago?

Then realization hit me.

“You!” Striding closer, I jabbed a finger in his chest. “You still have your men after me? Didn’t I tell you I don’t want them to follow me around? How dare you!”

“You were holding his hand.” He ignored my question. His tone came out hard. Pure jealousy and rage flashed across his eyes.

“Yes, I was. And that shouldn’t have anything to do with you! He’s my friend. I’ll hold his hand, hug him, cuddle with him. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with him. You don’t have a say in this!”

“No, you can’t!” Pulling me against his hard chest, he wrapped one of his strong arms around my waist and grabbed the back of my neck with the other. His dark gray eyes held me captive. “No matter what he is to you, no men can touch you other than me! Did you forget that you’re only mine, my little rose? That you belong to me?”

Gulping, I tried to tame my wild heart beating in my chest. Weirdly, this side of him did something to me. His possessiveness and dominant behavior produced a fire inside me. No matter how absurd it was, my treacherous body reacted to it.

“T-that is ridiculous! I’m not yours.” I cringed at my own voice. It sounded croaky and meek.

“Yes, you are,” he whispered, inches away from my face. “Are you doing this to punish me, Rosebud? If you are, then I’d take anything as my punishment, but not this. I can’t see you with him. Not with any other men.”

“What will you do if I say this is your punishment and I’ll meet him again and again?” I challenged.

His lips curled into a sneer, grip tightening on me. But not even a flicker of fear raised in me. Because I knew he could do anything but hurt me. At least not physically.