Jas strode toward his car, mumbling inaudible words. His face was flushed due to anger, and his assistants, who were following him behind, backed off when they saw veins standing out upon his face. People looked at him as he matched forward, his fists bailed into fists. He wanted to spill blood. Only his inner self knew how much he wanted to grab Yoori's date and punch him on the face till he passed out.

"How dare you, Yoori?" He asked, pummeled his car window, and broke it into pieces. "How dare you?" He asked again. He had tried to restrain himself many times from getting jealous, but he couldn't.

His mind churned whenever he thought he would lose her. What he never understood was why he would be afraid to lose something that wasn't his.

His blood boiled when he spotted her talking to a man. He wanted to be selfish. He only wanted her to talk to him, but that was not possible. He was always filled with fury whenever he caught her with other men.

He had lost count of the number of men he had punched for flirting with her. Many men dared not look in Yoori's direction because he had forbidden them from going anywhere near her. He made sure those who failed to heed his advice were disfigured so as to remember their misdeed for the rest of their lives.

He was even ready to rob their breaths away and spend the rest of his life in jail than see any person who was blessed with a Dick getting closer to her.

"That smile is only mine." He uttered this every time he caught her laughing and smiling with them. He was the one who had come up with the rule that neither of them was to be jealous if any one of them happened to hook up with a different person, but he couldn't bring himself to follow that rule.

"Do what you preach." Yoori had told him many times when he restricted her from interacting with other guys, but there was no way he would do what he preached.

Her image, in the royal blue, body-hugging dress she had worn, flashed in his mind. He wanted to grab her, drag her upstairs, and let his beast out to rip it off and have his way with her, but when he saw her clinging to that man's hand cutely, he flared up.

"Jas, look, you're bleeding." Yoori's voice rang behind him, and he sprang to his feet. He didn't know when she had arrived, but he didn't care. He only wanted to know if she had slept with him. Looking at her side, he grabbed her by the hands and pushed her into the car.

"Did you fuck him?" He asked, staring deeply into her eyes to find any traces of lies, but he didn't.

"No." She replied, trying to look at his bleeding hand.

"What happened to your hand?" She asked, tending the wound. "Look, Jas, I don't know why you get angry with me whenever I talk with other men. It's not fair. I always let you talk to the other ladies, but why won't you let me? It's not like we are lovers, and besides, we won't be bedbuddies forever. "I'll one day get married, and you will get married, and that will be the end of our relationship." She tried to get out of the car, but Jas grabbed her.

"Who is he to you?" He asked.

Yoori looked at him, wondering whether he should tell him the truth or not. She knew if she had to tell him the truth, she would have to tell him all about her companies and that the guy was his assistant.

She settled on the thought that she should lie to him, but again, she didn't want to see him hurt.

"Jas, can we drop this conversation?" I have no relationship with him. I just came with him as my date. You of all people should know it was a must to attend this party with a date. "I am sure you have a date of your own too, but I am not angry." She said, and he gulped nervously.

He indeed had a date, but he wanted her now that he had seen her. He didn't expect to meet her in City X, or else he could have taken her as his date.

"Then let's do this." "We will swap our dates." He said, and Yoori chocked in her own saliva.

"What? Are you crazy? How the hell will we do that? "We are not shippers, for goodness' sake, Jas." She lectured him in one breath, but Jas wouldn't listen.

"No, I am not crazy, and look, it's possible." "I'll just have to introduce my date to your date so that we will be together." He said this shamelessly.

"I'm sure my date wouldn't have a problem with that, but what about yours?" This is impossible. "We didn't even know if we would meet each other here, so let everything go as planned." Yoori said.

"I won't let that happen, Yoori." "There is no way I'll let you fall into the arms of another man." Trust me in this: If you dare go back to him, I'll let his dead body leave this city." Jas spoke in a deep, domineering voice, and Yoori gulped. His eyes said it all. He was not joking.

"Quit being possessive, Jas." "I didn't sign a contract for having a possessive bed partner." She glared at him.

"Then I'll change the rules." He spoke after a while. "Don't talk or smile with other men as of now." He demanded.

"How Jas? That's impossible." She cried.

"It is. You will only talk to them if it's necessary. But you should be aware of one thing. You shouldn't laugh or smile with them at whatever they will say, even if they end up cracking funny and rib-breaking jokes. You shouldn't dare; you will have to control yourself. "I don't know how, but you will have to." He said it in a serious tone, holding their eye contact.

Yoori busted into a fistful of laughter as he looked at the man sitting beside her. He was growing weirder and weirder with each passing day. How on earth was she going to stay without laughing because the joke was cracked by a man?

"You have completely lost it, Jas." "You will not teach me how to live my life." She said that at last, her eyes were glowing with firmness.

"I will talk and laugh to whoever I want, and you won't do anything." She beamed, pointing her finger at his face.

"Don't dare me, doll." Jas warned, knitting his brows. He couldn't understand why he was saying all that. Whenever Yoori goes away from him, he always feels like he has lost something precious. His father once told him his eyes glow with happiness whenever Yoori is around him.

"Watch me then." She interrupted his thoughts and walked out of the car. She seductively swayed her hips as she walked back to the party arena, not forgetting to raise her middle finger at him.

"And that's it." Jas said, got out of his car, and dragged Yoori back, not minding the people's stares at them.

"Jas, don't create a scene, please." She begged him, and he said, "You wanted this doll." You have refused to agree on my rules, right? "Let's see if you will still refuse to follow them when my dick is buried deep into you." He said this, and Yoori squeezed her thighs together.

She despised the fact that whatever Jas said affected her. Her mind has already pictured Jas thrusting himself onto her, asking her to say whatever he had said.

Jas drove away from the party and headed towards his hotel. Upon arrival, he dragged a black box from the back seat and pulled Yoori towards the elavator.

"Jas, you are hurting me." Yoori cried, trying to get her hands off his grip.

Jas ignored her as he fumbled with the door. Swiping the entry card he had tightly in his hands, he pushed Yoori in, closed the door behind them, and pressed her against it.

"What were you saying?" He asked, his minty fresh breath fanning her face.

"You were hurting me." She said she was trying to look anywhere but at his eyes. She could see how red they burned with desire. She was sure he would devour her any minute.

"Where is it hurting?" He asked, lifting her face so that she would look into her eyes.

"Here." She replied, raising her hand. Her wrist had marks and had turned red.

"I'm sorry, doll. "I just don't want to lose you." He said, gently rubbing the red part of her wrists.

"Lose me? To who?" Yoori asked, surprised.

"To any of those guys out there. I just want you all to myself. "Is that not fair?" He asked, his voice low and raspy.

"I…I don't know." She stammered.

Jas grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. Yoori winced when she felt Jas's teeth sinking deep into her lower lips. Closing her eyes to forget the pain and focus on the pleasure, she grabbed him by his neck and pulled him towards her.

"Jas!" She whimpered, catching her breath.

"I have a present for you." Jas said, pulling her towards the bed.

"What is it?" She asked, and that is when her eyes caught up with a box lying on the bed, beautifully wrapped in shiny black paper.

"Can I see what is in there?" She asked, running her hands over it.

"Of course, after all, it's yours," he said, taking off his jacket.

Yoori opened the box, and her face turned beetroot red. She bit her lower lip and looked away when Jas asked her whether she liked the present or not. She could feel pressure building inside her. She squeezed her legs together and excused herself by lying that she was going to the restroom.

"Why are you blushing?" Jas hugged her from behind, slipping his hands under her dress to caress her inner thighs.

"Am not." She denied it, and her face flushed even harder.

"Ummmh!" She moaned throatily when Jas slipped his finger into her pussycat.

"Jas," she called, "I want to go to the bathroom." She lied, slipping away from him. Jas grabbed her hands and pulled her against his chest.

"Not until you admit that you like my gift, doll." He whistled, sniffing at her.

Yoori looked at the open box lying on the bed and gulped. She never expected that kind of gift. When she opened it, she expected to find a beautiful necklace or dress but was surprised.

Inside the box were several toys: a black ball gag, a red vibrator, and a small pair of black wrist handcuffs. There was also a black lube adorned beautifully with a red pearl, which made her body tremble and goosebumps appear all over her.

"You like this one more, huh?" Jas asked, grabbing the black lube. "Why don't we try them?" He asked, pushing her onto the bed, and she gasped, surrendering herself.