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I get why she is mad.

I really shouldn’t have almost kissed her.

That seemed to really fuck with her.

And then the way I acted when that guy was talking to her.

I got the same vibe from him that Jayme and I exude: pure Dom energy.

When I saw that skeezy-looking mother fucker with his hands on her, it pissed me off.

But when she did her adorable laugh that makes her nose crinkle, my jaw was clenched so hard I thought a tooth would chip.

He completely entranced her.

She was playfully looking up at him, licking and biting her lower lip.

My heart was pumping so loudly it was drowning out the sounds of the bar.

She should be looking at me like that, not him.

When he bent down to whisper in her ear and her whole body tensed up, I fucking lost it.

I thought he was going to try to kiss her, and that was not about to happen.

Who knew what kind of manipulative shit he was spewing in her ear.

That’s why I had to rip her away from him when I did.

That’s what I keep telling myself to justify my behavior.

I really don’t know why it is bothering me so much.

Seeing him caressing her hand and lower back made me want to rush over and claim her as mine.

To take her home and ruin her for other men.

That’s what seeing another Dom with his hands on what’s mine does to me.

But she’s not mine.

I have never felt this burning desire to be with her like I do now.

What the hell is she doing to me? She has always just been Cassie, my best friend.

But now, it feels like something more.

Ever since the airport, I felt this pull toward her that had never been there before.

It is confusing the fuck out of me.

I wish Jayme were here.

Then we could find a club around here, and I could get Cassie out of my head.

Prove to myself that it is just because I have missed her and nothing else.

Yeah, that’s all I need.

A good fuck, and I’ll be back to my usual self.

I can still feel the anger radiating off of her as we eat our dinner in silence.

I don’t think I have ever seen this much of her anger directed towards me before.

Damn, is it hot? I give her a tilted smile when she glances over at me.

She rolls her eyes and goes back to hardly touching her food.

Oh, how I want to punish her for being such a fucking brat! Tie her to my bed.

A few lashes with a riding crop or maybe some edging torture.

That would straighten her attitude out quickly.

The food here is delicious, which is a nice distraction from the hard-on I’m dealing with after picturing punishing her.

They have a “roll what you get” burger menu.

Each category has a list of ingredients, and you roll a different die to see what you get.

I ended up getting a double cheeseburger on a cheddar pretzel bun.

Topped with bacon jam, mushrooms, provolone cheese, fried onions, and their house-made BBQ sauce.

You can also roll for your side, which I ended up with mac and cheese.

Cassie ended up with a cheeseburger on the house brioche bun.

Topped with bacon, a fried egg, hot honey, and cheddar cheese, with a side of garlic fries and a spicy aioli.

Both meals were great rolls, in my opinion.

It was too bad that I had to ruin the evening with my possessive attitude.