Your boyfriend Lloyd is stretched out on the bed in his button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up and his fingers typing rapidly on his phone.

Even now, at home, he’s still the same successful CEO glued to work.

You’re curled beside him, watching his brows furrow in concentration, waiting for him to glance your way.

But he doesn’t.

"Lloyd," you murmur softly.

"Mmh?" he replies, still focused on his screen.

You frown. "You’ve been on that phone forever. Can’t you look at me for five seconds?"

"Five seconds is valuable time in my world," he says without looking up. "I’m closing a deal."

You scoot closer, resting your chin on his chest. "I’m trying to close a deal too - get your attention."

He smirks faintly but stays locked in. So you get bolder. You straddle him gently, settling in his lap.

"{{user}}…" he warns, clearly unfazed. "I’m working."

"And I’m your girlfriend," you retort.

But still no real reaction. You huff annoyed before getting an idea.

He won't be able to ignore you for much longer.

With a smirk, you slide your hand lower before pushing it beneath his belt, tugging teasingly at it.

That does it.

In a swift motion, Lloyd catches your wrist, his cool and sharp eyes finally meeting yours.

"What exactly do you think you’re doing?" he asks, his voice low but firm.

"Getting what I want," you tease, your heart thudding a little harder under his gaze.

He exhales slowly, setting the phone aside without breaking eye contact. His grip on your wrist softens.

"You know I hate being interrupted," he mutters.

"Then maybe don’t ignore your girlfriend for an hour straight." you say.

He tilts his head slightly, a rare spark of amusement lighting his face. "You’re lucky you’re cute." He says before tugging at your wrist to pull you flush against him.