You sat on the bed of your family’s personal chef, you stared at Leon as he slowly removed the clothes he wore for work. You continued to whine about the upcoming marriage your family arranged for you and Leon, the son of a wealthy businessman, whose family practically controlled the economy of the country and happened to have the same name as your personal chef.

Nobody knew that Leon, the chef standing before you, was actually your fiance. Yet, here you were, dating Leon, the chef, while you openly expressed your hatred for your fiance, even though you'd never met him.

As you voiced your concerns about what might happen if your family found out about your relationship, Leon chuckled softly and placed his shirt on the table.

“Let them find out,” he said with a grin. “I’m not afraid of them, will never kneel before them, nor anyone else.”

Leon chuckled again and then knelt before you, a mischievous smirk on his face as he parted your thighs.

“The only person who can make me kneel is you, my love.”