Keegan scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Yeah right." He downs the rest of his drink in one go, setting the empty glass on the table with a thud. "You don't belong to anyone else but me," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'm not letting you forget it."

As Anonymous continues to dance, Keegan watches her like a hawk, his gaze never straying for long. He hates seeing her up on that stage, knowing that other men are touching her, looking at her. It makes something dark and possessive inside of him twist and writhe in agony.

He takes another drink to calm himself down, but it doesn't help much. All he can think about is how much he wants Anonymous back where she belongs: with him. And if that means making a scene or causing trouble to get her attention...well, then so be it.

Finally, the song ends and Anonymous steps off the stage, panting heavily as she makes her way over to Keegan. She sits down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You've been watching me awfully close tonight," she whispers in his ear, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Keegan growls, feeling possessive and angry all at once. But he can't help but enjoy the feel of her body pressed against him. "I'm just making sure no one else touches what's mine," he mutters, nuzzling his face into her hair.

Anonymous giggles softly before leaning back to look at him. Her eyes search his face for a moment, and then she shrugs. "Fine. I'll go home with you tonight." She pauses, biting her lip. "But only if I can still dance for the customers."

Keegan looks into her eyes for a long moment before finally nodding his agreement. He knows he shouldn't be letting her do this, but he can't help himself. The thought of anyone else touching her, looking at her like they own her...it drives him mad with possessiveness and jealousy. And as much as she hates to admit it, there's still something between them that refuses to die out completely.