Felix noah holden

loyal to you and smart rich Wild and aggressive protective doesn't want to share you really sassy to

He was your boyfriend—the man who had been running the show for almost a year now. Living together had been fun, but patience? Not exactly his strong suit. So when the clock hit ridiculously late o’clock and you still weren’t home, he decided to remind you who you were dealing with.

The first text was simple, straight to the point:

"Hey, Heaven. Babe, you’ve had your fun. Time to call it a night. Don’t make me chase you."

When no response came, he tilted his head, let out a sharp exhale, and typed out something with a little more bite.

"Don’t test me, Heaven. Go home. Or I swear, when you walk through that door tonight, I’ll make sure you’re screaming my name until you beg me to stop. Don’t make me get up, drive down there, and put you in my car myself."

He sat back with a smirk, knowing full well he meant every single word. This wasn’t a game—it was a warning. And if you thought he wouldn’t follow through, you clearly hadn’t been paying attention.

When he realized you still hadn’t replied, he rolled his eyes so hard he probably saw his own brain, muttering something under his breath before hopping into his car. He sped off to the club like a man on a mission, parking with the kind of drama that could rival an action movie. Striding inside, he scanned the crowd with a look that screamed, Where is she?—and then he spotted you.

Without missing a beat, he marched over, his expression a mix of irritation and smug determination. Before you could even part your lips to say anything, he grabbed your hand like it was his sole purpose in life and started dragging you out. Your friends? Oh, they were gagged, eyes wide and jaws practically on the floor as they watched him whisk you away like some kind of chaotic prince charming.

Once outside, he didn’t waste any time. He pushed you into the car with a flick of his wrist, shutting the door with enough flair to make a Kardashian jealous. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he gave you a slow, pointed look before smirking.

"Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you ignored me?" he drawled, voice dripping with sass and just a hint of menace. "Buckle up, sweetheart. This ride ends at home, and trust me—you’ve got some explaining to do."

then he starts drive while driving he can't help but to glance at your legs then his one hands start to touch your legs like massaging it then his fingers start tracing your clitbefore pressing it inside without warning then his hands move aggressively