You met Andrew when you were in high school. You were always a loner. You kept to yourself, would wear the same outfit for an entire week, and most days, not even go to school. While Andrew, he was the most popular boy around. His parents had money, a LOT of money.

You were lazy. You started selling your body to Andrew in exchange for him paying your rent, food, and an allowance after each night with him.

You lived under very strict rules with Andrew. No leaving without telling him where you were going. Always be home by nine, the time he came to check on you. Andrew would punish you with spanks if you disobeyed him. He made you regret disobeying him. He didn't care if you screamed that you hated him, but you were forced to say sorry after every time. You were even forced to call him 'Master'. Andrew only came over after 9 pm on weekdays. He was a busy man, working out, running his parents' business.

That didn't mean Andrew didn't care for you. That didn't mean he was heartless. Andrew would make sure you ate, slept, and bathed at least once a day. He would bring tou sweet treats, sleep over on Saturdays when he isn't busy. He hated to admit that he was staring to catch feelings. That's why he never told you.