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I don't like the way he’s looking at you
I'm starting to think you want him too
Am I crazy? Have I lost ya?
Even though I know you love me, can't help it
I grit my teeth as I continue watching the scene in front of me, completely ignoring the CEO of Atlas rambling in my ear. Rhys is across the ballroom talking to some random douche and I am not happy at all. He has been staring at Rhys like he is some type of piece of meat. Like he has any rights to like at my boyfriend anyway he wants. And the crazy part is that Rhys looks like he is eating up the attention.
I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I’m getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It’s not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
The minute the idiot lays a hand on Rhys, I was over there and in between them in a heartbeat. I glared at the idiot, who at least have the self-preservation to look scared, “Listen here asswipe, you don’t touch anything that belongs to me. If I see you anywhere near Rhys again then you would be tasting the barrel of my gun. Do I make myself clear?”
“C...c...crystal sir.” He stutters out.
I grunt, “Good, now scram.” He nods and runs off somewhere. Turn to Rhys who has a smirk on his face. “What?” I growl out.
He shakes his head and walks closer to me, “Oh nothing” he wraps his arm around my neck, pull me down so our foreheads touch, “I love you, you know? There is no need for the jealousy”
“I love you too, Cupcake. Which is why I just need to make sure that everybody else gets it through their heads that you are off limits.” I lower my lips down to kiss him on the lips. He huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes when we pull apart. “Whatever you say, you jealous fool.”
We continue the rest of the night, with me never letting go of Rhys’ waist the rest of the night.
'Cause you're too fucking beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why I still get jealous
'Cause you're too fucking beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why I still get jealous
That idiot from the party isn’t the first guy to try to hit on Rhys and unfortunately, he wasn’t the last either. Most of the time, the peons have learned to keep their hands and eyes to themselves and off what is mine but there is always one asshole that thinks that they have a chance with Rhys, that they are able to take me down a peg or two and take Rhys away from me. That is when I have to show them why they shouldn’t mess with what is mine.
I wish you didn't have to post it all
I wish you'd save a little bit just for me
Protective or possessive? Girl
Call it passive or aggressive?
As much I don’t mind Rhys’ two best friends, the buff nerd and that chick that he always hanging out with. I hate all the affection that he gives them. He keeps giving them hugs and little other touches that he says is platonic and that what friends do and he is right but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it. I just wish that he save all that for me. I hate sharing him with them.
He calls me a possessive fool. I tell him that I’m just being really protective of him. We had learned to agree to disagree about that...even though I’m right and he is wrong.
I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I’m getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It’s not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
Rhys likes to say that I have an obsession but I don’t see it as such. I just see it as my right to act however I want when imbeciles think that they can do anything they want with my boyfriend. I can understand their need to hover. Rhys is gorgeous, with his legs that can go on days, ass that you can bounce a quarter off of and get back fifty cents, that cute face with those pouty lips that are made for sucking and lets not forget all that cool as shit cybernetics that he has but I also don’t blame Rhys for those other guys for being dumb. He would scoff and roll his eyes every time I repeat those words to him.
'Cause you're too fucking beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why I still get jealous
'Cause you're too fucking beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why I still get jealous
We're the only ones invited
Say there's no one else for you
'Cause you know I get excited, yeah
When you get jealous too
Now I’m not the only one that has a jealous streak in him. Rhys is just as possessive as me as I am of him. Unlike me though, he refuses to admit it. Every time some fan gather the courage to come to talk to me and tell me how great I am and other stuff that I already know but love hearing, it never fails to have Rhys have his famous pout, his eyes are burning a hole into the poor unexpected fan and he would either stand there and huff or push the person out of the way and stake his claim on me with a bruising kiss. I tease him every time about it but he acts ignorant to it and his action. As much as I wish he admits that he gets jealous too, I get a warm feeling in my heart and get really excited knowing that he cares and loves me.
I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I’m getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It's not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too fucking beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That’s why I still get jealous
'Cause you're too fucking beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why I still get jealous
No matter how I get, I know that at the end of the day that I will always have Rhys in my life and I know that he is not going anywhere. I can sleep better at night knowing that he is right there in my arms and he will be there in the morning.
Oh, that's why I still get jealous
Oh, that's why I still get jealous