YES MASTER

Jealousy

Jayla's POV:

I followed closely behind Justin. Ever since the incident with his brother a week ago, he had become far more possessive and overprotective.

At first, I thought it was funny, even a little cute, but after yesterday, I found it almost terrifying.

We were out buying me new clothes because for the past few weeks I had been living in Justin’s oversized T shirts and sweatpants.

He took me shopping and bought everything I could possibly need shoes, tops, skirts, jeans, jewellery and things I didn’t even know I wanted or needed.

Then he decided I needed custom designer gowns for when we went out.

I begged him not to get them honestly,Justin insisted, so he took me to his personal designer and introduced me as his girlfriend.

That alone shocked me. I hadn’t realized he was putting a label on whatever we were. A few weeks ago, girlfriend definitely would not have been the word I used.

The elderly tailor was clearly surprised but handled it gracefully, then introduced us to his grandson.

Something about the man made my skin crawl. He reminded me of a snake.

Every movement, every look sent a chill down my spine. When I found out he would be the one taking my measurements while his grandfather spoke with Justin about fabrics and colors, I was not happy.

Still, I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I allowed him to proceed. He tried to make small talk while measuring me, and I answered with short, clipped responses, which seemed to irritate him.

I winced when he became a little rough, brushing it off as inexperience.

That was until his hands strayed too close

.

I stepped back instinctively, my face burning. He told me he had to retake the measurement since I had moved. I stood still and allowed him to continue, only this time he brushed against me again, deliberately.

Then he grabbed me.

I screamed.

Justin was in the room in seconds. One moment the man was on his knees, the next Justin had him by the throat, trying to strangle him with the measuring tape.

It took three members of his security team to pull him off.

The tailor’s grandson curled on the floor, coughing and crying, while Justin threatened to cut off his balls and use them for golf if he ever saw him again.

Needless to say, I didn’t get my custom made designer gowns, which I was more than grateful for. But the incident left Justin on edge.

Now I couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone, and God help anyone who looked at me twice. He punched a valet just for smiling at me.

So here we were again, shopping. Thankfully, only one stop this time.

I was embarrassed when he told me where we were going, but a few weeks ago, when things between us started getting heated, he had asked me if I would try something. And now, here we were.

I blushed as Justin stopped outside a discreet store that required appointments to enter. He pressed the intercom, squeezing my hand gently and pulling me closer, his palm resting on my lower back.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” he murmured. “I’m just picking up a few things, then we’re leaving.”

I nodded, nerves fluttering in my stomach. I had never been inside a s*x shop before.

The door clicked open.

A woman stood there in a black super tight bodysuit and towering heels, her lips curled into a playful smirk.

“Ah, Justin,” she purred in a strong French accent. “It’s been such a long time. I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, then turned her smirk toward me.

Until today, I had never thought I was a jealous person but when she reached down and grabbed his ass I wanted to strangle the fake blonde b***h. Hell today is going to be a long day, all I have to do is not to kill the b***h and I'd be fine Lord help me.