Jack had always been the epitome of arrogance—his demeanor a mix of seriousness and nonchalance. He had never believed in love, dismissing it as mere bullshit.

That was until he met her.

From the moment their paths crossed, his entire world shifted. He found himself helplessly drawn to her, his once unshakable pride crumbling in the face of his newfound infatuation. The self-assured facade he had maintained for so long melted away as he begged for her attention and reveled in her beauty. He felt like a fool, but it was a kind of foolishness he embraced with no shame. She had breached every one of his defenses, leaving him vulnerable and enamored.

Jack, who hailed from a privileged background, lavished her with everything she desired. He was more than willing to fulfill her every whim and to flaunt their relationship to anyone who would listen.

Now, as he lay sprawled across the bed, his eyes fixed on her, he couldn’t help but marvel at how stunning she looked. She stood before the mirror, her reflection catching the light just right, and Jack's gaze lingered on her with unrestrained admiration. He couldn’t resist the urge to show his affection. Rising from the bed, he approached her, his movements purposeful yet tender. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his touch gentle as he pressed soft kisses against her neck.

“Look at you, oww...” he murmured, his voice laced with adoration. “You're so fucking pretty like that.” His breath tickled her skin as he spoke, and he pressed closer, his desire evident. “Hmmm... love, how about a quickie?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, the request both playful and earnest.