Peter Steele, God of Seduction. (Discontinued)

The Caregiver

The next day going into the studio I'm bombarded by Aaron. He's shouting and cussing up a storm. "Where the fuck have you been!? I've been looking all over for you! I told you to quit fuckin' around with Peter! You have a job, so fucking do it!".
Taking his usual shit I brush it off and set up my spot in the booth. All the while he's following me around, screaming. I don't get what his deal is, I called in talking to Ronnie and told him I'd be taking a few days off. They were vacation days I spent with Peter. So what he was going on about, I have no clue. But of course I just ignored his existence, which made him even angrier. What the fuck was his problem anyways? He was the one who went out of his way to give Peter my number.
The other guys in the studio kept glaring at Aaron. Then Peter came in. All hell broke loose once he heard the way Aaron was talking to me. I don't know what in the world happened to him, it's like some sort of switch flipped. When I saw his face it was a look of mere disgust and anguish. With his fists clenched and red face he had grabbed Aaron and pinned him up against the wall. Holding him by his throat. Keep in mind this man leaned over Aaron about three times his size. That little pipsqueak pinned underneath his massive hands. "Don't you fuckin' talk to her that way, she was with me fuckface. What the fuck do you care anyway? You don't do shit around here except mooch. Sit down and shut the fuck up." He dropped him on the floor. Aaron tripping over some decorative plants trying to stand himself up. Peter had singlehandedly managed to put the fear of God in this man. I swear he was seeing his life flash before his eyes.
Getting Aaron out of the way and Peter into a booth, both men were calmed down. Aaron went home so we could let Peter out. We basically kept him held up in the bassists booth until a compromise was made. Peter would've jerked a knot in Aaron's ass and he knew it. Peter left with me shortly after, I didn't want to leave him unattended.
Once we arrived home he began to undress himself, throwing his clothes on the floor then locking himself in his bedroom. I gave him his space to cool off, it gave me time to tidy his apartment up. Two hours pass and I hear his door open, he walks out in boxer briefs. Walking towards me, I was sitting on the couch. He spoke.
"I apologize for the way I snapped earlier, I just don't want anyone talking to you like that. You are my delicate little flower and I'm gonna do everything in my power to keep you safe." He leans down and kisses my forehead. "I know you're looking out for me sweet heart but this is my livelihood you're messing with. If I get fired what am I supposed to do?" I say. He retorts. "You'll live with me and I'll take care of you."." Peter I don't want that, I don't want to live off of you." I cupped my hands on his face. He stared me down with an angered expression that went soft when our eyes met. "Alright fine, I won't step in like that when it comes to your job. But if that Aaron prick steps out of line again don't expect me to sit on the sidelines and do nothing." He says. "That I can deal with, I highly doubt he'll say anything to you after today though, I thought he shit himself." I laughed a little harder than I wanted to, Peter joining in.
Peter got dressed and decided to take you for a ride on his bike. Riding around town you spend the afternoon with Peter, playful banter going back and forth.