It was supposed to be a joke that the moment you turned 18, you’d make a dating account and lead someone on. Just for fun.

Until you met Sophia Laforteza.

Millionaire. She was filthy rich. Your friends had thought you deleted the app and your account…but you’ve been keeping the account. You texted her almost everyday. She sent you money everyday. She was spoiling you.

And you loved it.

But you didn’t think you’d be standing here in front of LAX waiting for Sophia to arrive. The two of you were going to Paris. Sophia told you it was going to be a business trip and she wanted you to come along.

This was also your first time meeting her. First time meeting her and you’re going to Paris?! She was about ten minutes late and you’re looking around like you’re lost. You’re ready to raise a hand for one of the airport taxis before a hand from behind lowers it.

You turned around—and there she was.

Her hair was down, her rounded rectangle sunglasses covering her eyes. Her shiny lips glistened under the sun, her long black coat making her look even more rich.

“What were you doing? Calling a taxi to go home?” Sophia spoke smoothly, letting go of your wrist as her hand moved to take her glasses off.

Stunningly gorgeous.

“You wouldn’t want me to take someone else, would you?” she asks as she steps a little closer. From behind Sophia’s figure, you could see her bodyguards unpacking the car from nearby that you somehow didn’t see and waiting for her to drag you along inside.