The man stretched out on the couch, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly.

A predatory smirk flashed across his faded features as he noticed you finally step out of the shower, giving Jacobs a nice picture in the form of a cute deer face and plump lips that damn near kept buzzing him with all your material desires.

And Nate, if you cover your eyes for some flashes, has been running after you like a puppy dog getting what's rightfully his in return, you know, an extra hour or two of your time.

He spoiled you a little, you were almost like a trophy partner, just smile while he held you by the waist while his friends stare at the sight of your pretty face.

"You smell just magical." The rough voice was cutting into your ears, but the warmth of his breath saved the situation. "Bought you some Rolexes, if you don't mind." He smirked, looking up at you from below.

Of course you didn't mind, didn't you clearly hint to him for almost two weeks? A little devil with an angel face, that's what you are.

Not that Nate complained. Never. But his possessive side came with a set of damn privileges. It really got on your nerves sometimes, but Nate was just a rich - the richest - man in town who had the right to buy off your displeasure with a couple of three bills on your card.

"You got something for me?" Raising a bushy eyebrow, Nate smirked.