My Possessive Caveman

I can feel his breath against my skin, and the heat from his body so close to mine is making me dizzy. I shiver as he leans in, my heart racing and my body aching with need. His hand is still gripping the strap of the nightgown, refusing to let go, and the possessive gesture makes my chest tighten.

Our lips almost touch when my phone rings.

We both freeze, the sound of my phone ringing slicing through the air. The moment is broken, and I can almost feel the damn frustration radiating off of him. He pulls back slightly, but his hand is still gripping the strap of the damn nightgown as if refusing to let go.

I can see the irritation flicker across his face as he glares at me. "You have got to be kidding me." he mutters, his voice low and rough. "Who is it?"

I take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself and focus on the goddamn phone ringing in my ears. I can feel his hand still possessively gripping the strap of the nightgown, and I know he's pissed off as hell. I fumble for my phone, pulling it out of my pockets and looking at the screen.

"It's… my manager." I manage to say, my voice still breathless and shaky. "I-I have to take this…"

He huffs out another rough curse under his breath at the mention of my manager, the irritation and possessiveness written all over his face. He gives the strap one last, almost frustrated, squeeze before reluctantly letting go.

"Hurry up and answer the goddamn call." he mutters, his voice a low, possessive growl.

I let out a shaky breath, my heart still racing and my body still on edge. I can feel his possessive gaze on me as I tap the 'accept' button and lift the phone to my ear, clearing my throat and trying to sound as normal and professional as possible.

"Hello?" I answer, but it sounds more like a damn whimper.

The manager reminds me of an important fashion show coming up in two days and tells me that I need to come to the studio right now for some photoshoot.

I listen to the manager's instructions, my mind still a bit fuzzy from the moment that was interrupted. The mention of a photoshoot and the reminder about the fashion show snaps me back to reality, and I'm suddenly reminded of the damn commitment.

I bite my lip, trying to control the frustration and disappointment that's building in my chest. "Right… yeah, I'll… I'll be right there." I reply, my voice still a bit shaky.

I end the call, letting out a frustrated huff as I set the phone aside. I can still feel the heat of his body close to mine, and the lingering ache from our interrupted moment is still there, like a damn itch I can't scratch. I turn my attention back to him, meeting his gaze, and I can see the possessive irritation still written all over his face.

"I have to go." I murmur, my voice laced with frustration. "My damn manager wants me at the studio for a photo shoot right now."

He huffs out a frustrated sigh, his eyes narrowing as he processes the news. He looks pissed, the possessive irritation still written all over his face.

"Right now? Can't it wait?" he growls, his voice still low and rough. "Damn it, princess, you've got the shittiest timing."

I can't help the small, frustrated chuckle that escapes me.

"Trust me, I don't want to be leaving right now any more than you want me to go. But I don't really have a choice. My manager is kind of a pain in the ass, and he's not gonna take no for an answer."

He huffs out another frustrated growl, his jaw clenching as he clearly struggles with the news.

"Can't you just tell him you're busy or something? Or make up some damn excuse? You don't have to go, princess. Not right now." he mutters, his voice laced with possessive insistence.

I soften a bit at his insistence, my heart giving a small flutter as I hear the possessive concern in his voice.

"I wish I could, but you know how my manager is. He's a damn control freak, and he won't take me having other plans as a damn excuse. Plus, he's probably gonna want me there all damn night for this photo shoot." I respond, my own irritation clear in my voice.

His eyes narrow at the mention of the photo shoot, his jaw clenching once again. The thought of me being away all damn night, being photographed and paraded in front of a bunch of other people while wearing who-knows-what is clearly not sitting well with him.

"You're gonna be there all night, huh? In some fancy outfit, being damn photographed and fawned over by all those damn strangers?" he growls, his voice rough and possessive.

I can't help the small scoff-like laugh that escapes me at his words.

"Don't get all jealous now, Rei. It's just a damn photo shoot, not a date. I'll be working, not trying to pick up some damn guy." I retort, my voice laced with playful annoyance.

He huffs out a growl at my response, his eyes narrowing further. He clearly doesn't like the idea of me being photographed and dressed up in god knows what kind of outfit for some fashion show.

"Yeah, working. Letting yourself be damn paraded around in front of a bunch of damn strangers, letting them take your picture and look at you in some goddamn revealing outfit. I bet you'll be getting hit on the entire damn night." he mutters, jealousy lacing his voice.

I roll my eyes at his possessive and jealous reaction, my irritation now mixing with a hint of amusement.

"Oh, so you're going to get all jealous and caveman-like now, huh? Don't worry, I can handle myself around a few damn strangers. I don't need your possessive ass trying to mark your damn territory every five seconds." I retorted, a hint of challenge in my voice.

He huffs out a rough laugh at my retort, a hint of a smirk tugging the corners of his lips.

"I don't doubt you can handle yourself, princess. But that doesn't mean I have to be goddamn happy about it. You know damn well I don't like the idea of other guys looking at you, especially when you'll be all dolled up and looking all damn gorgeous. And don't even get me started on the damn photo shoot and that damn revealing outfit you'll be wearing..." he mutters, his voice filled with possessive irritation.

I roll my eyes once again, shaking my head. Damn it, he's being so damn possessive and territorial right now. And the worst part is, I can't deny that a part of me loves it. Dammit, that caveman behavior is so ridiculously attractive.

"Relax, Rei. It's not gonna be some damn swimsuit shoot or anything like that. I doubt the outfit will be all that revealing." I say, trying to soothe his irritation even as I enjoy the possessive gleam in his eyes.

He huffs out another rough laugh, his eyes still narrowed. He clearly isn't fully convinced by my reassurance.

"Yeah, right. Knowing your manager, he's probably got you lined up for some damn photoshoot that'll show off way more than I'm goddamn comfortable with. You know those fashion guys, they always want their damn models to be wearing the most revealing, most skin-tight bullshit..." he mutters, his voice laced with envious irritation.

I can't help the small chuckle that escapes me at his jealous and possessive reaction. Damn it, he's being so protective and territorial right now, and it's both annoying and endearing.

"Oh, stop being so damn dramatic. It's probably just gonna be a simple, damn photo shoot with a few outfits. It's not like I'm gonna be modeling lingerie or something." I say, trying to downplay the situation even as I feel a pang of desire at his possessive possessiveness.

He narrows his eyes further at my words, not buying my attempts to downplay the situation. He is clearly picturing me in some damn revealing outfit, being photographed and showcased to the world, and it's driving him mad.

"You can't be serious. You think your damn manager is gonna be satisfied with a simple, damn photo shoot? I guarantee you, he's gonna have you all done up and looking like a damn damn goddess. And the damn outfits... I bet they're gonna be damn revealing and tight, showing off all the damn curves of that gorgeous body of yours."

I can feel my heart skip a beat at the possessive and intense way he's looking at me, his eyes raking over my body as if imagining me all dolled up and on display. Dammit, that possessive look on his face is both infuriating and hot as hell.

"You're being damn ridiculous, you know that? Are you seriously going to get this jealous and worked up over a damn photo shoot?" I say, trying to sound annoyed even as I can't help but be secretly flattered by how much he wants me, how much he wants to keep me to himself.

"You know what? Just come along if you want to." I say in defeat.

His eyes widen in surprised shock as I make the unexpected suggestion, clearly not expecting me to offer for him to come with me. He seems momentarily rendered speechless, speechless and clearly intrigued by the idea. After a moment, a cocky, possessive grin spreads across his face.

"You... You're serious? You're actually inviting me to the damn photo shoot? You want me to come along and watch you be all dolled up and photographed, looking like a damn angel, while all those damn other guys are drooling over you?"

I roll my eyes at his cocky and possessive response, pretending to be annoyed even though I couldn't help but feel a thrill at how damn excited he is about the idea.

"Yes, smart ass, I'm serious. I'm inviting you to come along to the damn photo shoot. You want to watch me all dressed up and photographed so badly, then you come along and see everything firsthand. You'll see that it's just a damn photoshoot, and you're just being a damn jealous caveman for no damn reason."

The grin on his face widens even further, his eyes lighting up with excitement and the possessive gleam in his eyes intensifying.

"Damn, princess, you don't have to damn well tell me twice. I'd damn well be there in a heartbeat. I can't wait to see you all dolled up and looking all hot as hell. And bonus, I'd get damn front row seats to watch and make damn sure all those other guys stay far, damn far away from you." he chuckles, clearly relishing the idea.

I chuckle. I go into my room to freshen up.

He watches as I head into my room to freshen up, his eyes following my every move as he leans against the wall and wait. His mind is already picturing me all dolled up in some damn sexy outfit, looking all gorgeous and perfect. It's driving him crazy just thinking about it.

When I re-emerge from my room, he can't help but let his eyes roam over me, taking in the sight of me even in my casual clothes. Dammit, even dressed in sweatpants and a damn hoodie, you look damn gorgeous. He thought.

He can't help but let out a low growl as he drinks in the sight of me, his eyes raking over me in a damn possessive and appreciative way. He pushes off the wall and stalk closer to me, closing the distance between us.

"Damn it, you're gonna look even more of a goddess in those damn photo shoot outfits, aren't you? I'm gonna have a damn hard time keeping my hands to myself once I see you all dressed up and looking like a damn dream."

My hands reach out and settle on your hips, pulling you closer to me, my touch possessive and dominant. I lean in, my lips almost touching your ear as I speak in a low, rough whisper.

"You're goddamn beautiful, you know that? Even dressed in those damn baggy sweatpants, I can still see those damn curves of yours. The other guys at that photo shoot won't be able to keep their damn eyes off you, and it's gonna drive me goddamn crazy."

I chuckle.

"Let's get going. I'm already late.* I say as I look for my car key.

He grumbles under his breath as I mention the fact that I'm already late, annoyed that he'll have to share me with those damn fashion people. He holds my hand.

"Alright, let's get going. I brought my car. I'll drive you. But don't think I'm gonna be happy about sharing you with those damn photographers, all those people admiring you, and taking goddamn photographs of you. I'm gonna be like a damn possessive caveman the whole goddamn time, you know that, right?"

I can't help but roll my eyes at his possessive and protectiveness, both amused and fond of his caveman-like behavior.

"Oh, I know, I know. You're gonna be all possessive and cavemanlike, glowering at every damn person who even dares to look at me too long. It's gonna be a constant, inner battle between your possessive caveman side and the fact that I need to actually get paid for this damn photoshoot, and you'll need to restrain yourself from punching some guy in the face for daring to look at me."

He chuckles darkly, enjoying the fact that I'm teasing him about his possessiveness.

"Damn right I'm gonna be a damn possessive caveman. And you're damn right I'm gonna have to restrain myself from punching some guy in the face for looking at you too long, because damn it, you're goddamn mine. But I do get it. You gotta get paid for the damn photoshoot and I'll try to reign in my caveman instincts. Key word there is 'try' though. No promises, princess."

I laugh softly.

"Alright... Let's go."

He grins, his grip on my hand tightening as he leads me outside to his car. As he opens the passenger door for me, he murmurs possessively.

"Be prepared, princess, because I'm gonna be on high jealousy and caveman-style possessiveness the whole damn time while I'm watching you at the damn photo shoot. And I'm definitely gonna give every single one of those other guys one hell of a death glare, just to make damn sure they know you're taken."

I roll my eyes yet again, but secretly, I find his possessive and caveman-like behavior endearing. I climb into the passenger seat, settling in.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that, you jealous caveman. I'm fully expecting you to be giving the death glare and growling like a damn dog at any guy who dares to look in my direction, making sure everyone in the damn room knows that I'm yours."

He grins at my words as he closes the passenger door and walks around to the driver's side, getting behind the wheel. He turns on the car and pulls out of the driveway before responding with a possessive growl.

"Damn right I'm gonna make damn sure everyone in that room knows you're mine. I'm gonna be like your damn personal, jealous bodyguard, watching your every move and glaring at any guy who even dares to glance in your damn direction. Nobody better try to touch you either, or I'll rip their damn arms off."