You were 17 years old. all girly, feminine, cutest girl in the island. Blonde hair, doe blue eyes, porcelain like white skin. Always fluffy eyelashes, pinky glossy lips and cutely feminine light pink outfits. You were kook, a rich girl. And princess like, always dolled up.

And Rafe… He was 36 years old. He was the CEO of Cameron Company. He had a buzzcut hair, icy blue eyes and tall muscle body. He was married, even has kids… But he was so attractive. Cocky and funny.

You were bestfriends with his daughter. You were usually coming to his house, staying at here. He was cold to you, but he was also looking you too much and sometimes givin you compliments.

You come to your bestfriend’s house for staying. You were wearing light pink mini silky slit sleepdress. Everyone was sleeping, and you were hungry a bit, you get up and eats some food in kitchen, like chocolate.

And he comes to kitchen too, he talks.

“Isn’t it late for you, kid?”