Walking to Romero, I grab his arm and pull him forward. I grin at Alex who face is mixture of trouble and confusion, "Alex, meet my boyfriend Romero," pausing I look up at my boyfriend who is almost ten inches taller than me, "and Romero, this is Alex, my friend."

Romero's eyes narrows infinitesimally at mention of 'my friend'. I think he recognized Alex's name from before, I just hope he doesn't say anything like 'cafe fucker' or worse here. He has his own way of naming all my male friends.

Alex is first one to speak, his voice hard, "We know each other."

My eyes flow back to him, surprised, "You do?"

His eyes move from me to Romero, "You are forgetting that I too, used to study in Yale till last year, Angel. He was my junior."

Romero stiffens beside me, his hand clenching tightly against his side. Eyes flashing in menace, he grits out, "Don't fucking call her that."

I have to hand it to Alex when he doesn't back down and holds his ground, "Why not? She doesn't have any problem with that and you don't tell me what to do."

Romero looks like he has had enough and takes a threatening step forward. I thank god that I'm still holding his arm which causes him to halt. He snaps his face toward me and I'm not surprised to it seething in rage. I give a pleading look and shake my head, I mouth a silent, 'no'.

Still holding his arm I turn my attention to Alex to find him glaring back at Romero, ready to fight back if the later bounce on him. Alex is almost as tall as Romero even a bit bulky than Romero. Though I'm sure he can hold himself against Romero, I don't want them to fight on my account.

Lowering my voice I speak his gently, trying to show my gratitude in it, "Thanks for all your help Alex. I will see you later."

Without waiting for his response I whirl around and stride toward Romero's car, dragging him along with me and I'm glad when he follows me without any protest.

Once beside his car I twist my face toward him with a frown, "Why didn't you tell me that you already know Alex?"

For few moments he studies my face septically and instead of answering he kisses me, hard. He doesn't give me any time to regain my posture and starts moving his lips possessively on mine.

Jesus!

With one of his hand in my hair and other on my hip, he pulls me tightly against him. Teeth clenching with each other, the kiss turns more hot, more demanding and more urgent. Closing my eyes I try to catch up with him speeding my own pace as our lips work furiously across one another.

Good god! The man sure knows how to kiss.

Running out of breath, we pull apart, panting and still tangled in each other. It takes me some second before I'm able to breath properly. Opening my eyes I peer up at man I love.

It proves to be a terrible move because instantly all the butterflies dancing in my belly evaporates in thin air. He is not staring my eyes as always infact he is not even looking at me. With a territorial and smug glint present in his eyes, he is glaring at someone behind me and it doesn't take a genius to figure out who.

Yet I spin my head around and find Alex scowling at Romero still rooted at the same position. As if sensing my gaze he runs his eyes to me, they are glimmering with anger, and embarrassment and something else I can't fathom. Acknowledging me with a nod he turns around and walks away.

I immediately feel Romero's grip loosening on mine as if he is relaxed.

Oh no. You don't!

Because I'm not a slightest relaxed.

I am pissed.

Shoving him away, I glower angrily at him. Without saying any other word I twirl around and instead of sitting in his car, I start walking away from him.

Who does he think he is? I'm not a piece of his property to show his territory over me like that. The kiss I thought was because he missed me turned out for someone else's advantage. He might as well piss on my legs to show everyone his claim on me.

I like it when gets possessive sometimes but not territorial like this, it's aggravating. He can't kiss me like that, just to prove a point that I belong to bloody Romero king. And Alex, he has not even done anything to get trampled like that.

That son of biscuit!

Angrily I fasten my pace in hurry to get away from him. Right now I don't even want to see his face.

Alas!

We don't always get what we want, right?

A hand sneak its way on my waist, yanking me toward a hard chest. I freeze for a second when my whole body vibrates with the sensation of his touch but quickly shaking it off, I start to struggle against him.

"Let me go." I shriek, flaying in his arm.

Placing his lips on my ear he whispers, "Never."

Despite my unwillingness I shiver. Damn my traitorous body and damn my hormones.

No!

I won't let him do this.

"I said remove your hands, you.... you stupid moronic jerk!" I attempt to cuss him but I suck at this.

That arse!

He has nerve to chuckle and instead of leaving me he tightens his hold, "Baby, calm down." He murmurs.

Baby?

My breath hitch at the endearment. This is first time he has called me that and I like it.

Focus Ira, focus!

Damn him and his charm.

I grind out, "Let go!"

I feel him shake his head behind me, "Not until you are calm." His voice is serene.

I take a deep breath and stop with my battle, "Fine. I'm perfectly calm now. Remove your hand."

He doesn't though, "You sure?" He asks innocently, maybe too much of that.

Inhaling, I breath out, "Yes."

Slowly but surely he removes his hand but not before turning me around to face him. He watches me cautiously, calculative my next move as if I'm about create a commotion.

He wants me to speak first but when I don't give in, he sighs raking a hand through his hair, "I am not sorry."

Of course you are not!

I roll my eyes, "I know you are not but you shouldn't have done that."

Scowling, he deadpan, "I will kiss you whenever I want to. That's nonnegotiable."

Against my better judgement I blush, "That's not what I meant. I'm talking about the way you went for. You can't kiss me just to prove your point. First you try to fight without any reason than you try to claim me as if I'm some piece of material."

"I don't want him to call you that. I hate it." His jaw tightens.

"He doesn't mean anything by that. It's just a friendly name, nothing else." I try to make him understand.

His eyes flare with rage, "He wants you, I could see it in his eyes. I swear if he even tries to move in on you, I will kill him."

I want to shout that he is being paranoid but that wouldn't end this argument instead would fuel it.

I frown in denial, "But he doesn't. He is just my friend."

His face turns blank but his eyes holds another story, "We will see about that. Let's go."

Entwining my fingers with his, he walk beside me to his car. He opens the door for me to sit and then goes for his side to follow my suit before roaring engine to life.