Alex

"I want you far away from Jack!" She owns it! — I hear a troubled voice and I see an idiot coming towards me and I conclude that this must be the Michael, was he waiting for Jackeline?
      What the hell is that? I'm really pissed off. Who does this asshole think he is? - Let me see if I understand?! I say looking at him, who glares at me. "Do you want me to get away from my girlfriend?"
"Jack is not your girlfriend!" He responds nervously.
“Yes, it is!” I declare, loving to see him nervous knowing he's lost Jack to me. “Then I'm going to have to let the boss know that Jack is in a relationship with a client. - He says happily. - Would you be that short? I question him, finding him so stupid for wanting to harm her. - For sure! - He gives that sneer. - And you think Jackeline will like this story? I ask. “Oh, Jack will understand what I did for her. - He declares. - And you have the courage to say later that you like my girlfriend? “I was getting pissed off. “She's not your girlfriend, and to answer her question, yes, I love her and I know she knows it! - He answers and I'm dead with jealousy. - Oh, that's funny - I comment with irony.
“What do you think is so funny? - he asks.
- That she doesn't want anything to do with you - I declare and see hatred in his eyes. - One day she will notice me. - He answers. - Never! - I answer quickly. - Get away from her, sir! - He orders. - Never, she's mine! - I answer firmly. - And does she know that? — She questions me — Oh, yes, and how does she know! — I suggest that she had something else going on. — Is there a problem here? — I hear the voice of my little marrentinha, I turn and see that he was carrying the backpack, I take it from his hands and say calmly: — No problem, I was here meeting your friend. - I give a death glare to the asshole, who was devouring her. - And you, Michael, what are you doing here? — I question him. — I came to ask you to have dinner with me — he says a little awkwardly. — Michael, we've already talked, I appreciate the invitation, but it won't work. "Jack, think about what we talked about!" - He says and I get pissed to see that he was really close to my little marrent. - There's nothing to talk about. She responds with a shrug.
"Jack, don't you want to go out with me because of this guy?" he asks her. - Yes and no! - She answers and I look at her without understanding. - Jack, give me a chance! the asshole begs and I understand him. "No, I told you we'll never have anything!" - He frowns, apparently, didn't like what he heard. I felt sorry. — But, Jack… — he insists. — Didn't you hear what she said?! - I say pissed to see that he still insists on this story. - And you think she's going to stay with you? - He looks at me with hate. - Yes, she will stay with me! - I declare receiving a death glare from both sides. Screw it!” “Alex, let's go,” she grumbles. “Come on, Jackeline! I tease the asshole and we leave.
  I bet he was pretty pissed off. Let him go! I will do anything to have this woman in my life and I always keep my promises.
    We got to the parking lot, we didn't talk on the way. Every time I tried to speak, she shot me. But I insisted so much that she had to give in. As soon as I help her into the car and then get in, I end up getting punched in the arm.
“Oh, what did I do? I ask without understanding anything.
"Oh, don't tell me you don't know?" she asks ironically.
- I do not know anything! - I lie with the biggest dick face.
“Oh, seriously! she yells nervously and I know I've pissed her off.
- Really! I reply.
"Alex, stop trying to act like you're my boyfriend or even my owner!" - she says. - You're my girlfriend! - I declare and she looks at me again angry. - And yes, I own your body and you own me too. - Oh, seriously! - I knew she was moved. - I'm serious. I didn't like the way that asshole was looking at you either,” I grumble. “My God, are you jealous? — she questions me and I tell the truth: — Yes, I'm dying of jealousy. Are you satisfied?! I tell her, and she smiles in victory. And really this woman is making my life out of whack. - Ah, yes a lot! She replied smiling at me. — Now listen to what I'm going to tell you: you can't come here saying you're my boyfriend! - And why not? — I question her. — Because I work for you — she comments. — Yes, so what? - I ask without understanding. - For God's sake, Alex, I can't date a client. "Oh, so you want to date me?" - I ask smiling and at the same time feeling afraid to hear a no. - Alex, listen to what I'm going to tell you, let me do my job and then we'll talk about it again. - She asks. - My little marrent, like it or not, you are already mine. Now let's go to your house, get some clothes and your dog, because as of today, you're staying at my house! - I declare putting an end to the conversation.