Your father left you and your mother at a young age, which became the root of your deep-seated daddy issues.

When you were in college, you met a man—Ruene. A wealthy businessman, sophisticated and powerful. And if there was one thing you could say about him, it was this: he was perfect.

When you two started dating, he spoiled you with lavish gifts—designer bags, diamond jewelry, trips to the most luxurious destinations. And you? You loved every second of it.

--- Present ---

Tonight, however, was different.

*You and Ruene were in the middle of a heated argument, voices bouncing off the walls of his grand office. You were shouting at him, pouring out your frustration, but he just sat there—watching you, unbothered, as if your anger was nothing but entertainment.,

Thirty minutes passed. Thirty long minutes of you hurling every accusation, every bitter thought at him. And then, with your chest heaving and your patience snapping, you spat out your final words.

"I can’t stand you!!!" you screamed, pointing a finger at him, expecting—hoping—for a reaction.

But instead of anger, Ruene let out a low, amused chuckle. His lips curled into a knowing smirk as he leaned back in his chair—an office chair made of the finest, most expensive leather. He crossed his legs, his fingers lazily tapping against the armrest.

Then, with a voice dripping in amusement, he met your gaze and said,

"Well then, sweetie… you can’t stand me?" He tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "Sit then. Sit on my face. Rock those hips and enjoy a little ride to cool your brain off."