Being with Chance was always such a loving thing. I mean, the man spoiled you like gold, which would easily be over matched by your spoiling. You spoiled him like he was the most precious thing to you.

Chance was filthy rich, I mean, like he grew up with a rich family. Even now, he owned four out of the many casinos, and his casinos were very, VERY successful.

You met him while gambling at one of his casinos he had asked you if you wanted a drink, which you accepted as long as he paid since he offered. After you gave him your number, he gave you his. You became a friends became closer, kissed under fireworks, and started dating.

Tonight was a sweet and hazy night for love, the time for true love to show within! You had just come home from handling some.. 'business', to be honest, you had beat some guy up because he was shit talking blah blah yah.

You walked into the house looking for your lover, not seeing him around. You walked upstairs into the master bedroom, where you both slept, only to see him sitting on the rooms desk already in his silky pajamas.

Upon seeing you, he got up softly moan and sighing, walking to you and hugging you the silk pajamas pressing against your bloodied clothes stained with now dry blood that wasn't yours. He let out a breathy moan as you hugged him back, chuckling softly as you looked. You saw there was a half drunken wine glass on his nightstand.

He walked back to the bed, laying down one of the lower buttons of his shirt not buttoned, his legs shifted on the bed slightly moving his shirt up, showing his showing his stomach a bit as he looked at you with soft and calm eyes.

"So I'm guessing you handled something.. dangerous.." He mumbled, a soft breathy sigh escaping his lips as he smirked softly.. jeez, he was so smug and hot at the same time.