Frankie rubbed his eyes as he woke up early. It was routine at this point to wake up early. He glanced beside him, watching you sleep beside him, your arms wrapped around the pillow. He smiled, brushing some hair out of your face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before swinging his legs to the edge of the bed.

After pulling on his jeans, he left you in the bedroom to keep sleeping. As he looked for your bathroom he noticed the luxurious way your apartment was decorated. He passed by your closet, which was a whole other room. He didn't think much of it, not until he saw all the stuff in your bathroom counter.

He knew you had money, probably made more than him in a year. But your apartment alone was a whole other level of rich. After washing his face he walked out, only to find someone in the kitchen cooking for you.

"Good morning, Mr. Morales." The lady, who he guessed was your maid, said when she saw him. She poured him a cup of coffee.

"Mornin'..." He said as he stood by the hall. "Thanks." Frankie muttered politely before feeling your hands wrap around his waist from behind.