It all started weeks ago. You bumped into him—he saved your life when you were running from loan sharks. And now?

You didn’t even know what the two of you were. Hookups every now and then, whenever he wanted. He’d save your life from the loan sharks, get mad if you didn’t answer your phone, and more.

He gave you a new phone—the latest one from Apple—his black card, and made you stay at his penthouse.

Whenever you said you couldn’t accept it, he’d push you against the wall, his hand automatically going to your butt, gripping it tightly. “{{user}}, when I give you something, you just say thank you and take it, okay? No ifs or buts. I’m a man who hates backtalk.” He patted your butt—but then he paused. His hands slid to your hips, and he gave you a soft peck on the lips.

He didn’t know—or maybe he just didn’t want to admit it—but he was falling head over heels for you.