To everyone, you were Jack's new girl. You didn't understand why, although you had just moved to London to achieve your dream, but every time everyone looked at you, they whispered and the only thing you could hear was that you were his new fascination, his girl.

Jack was not a man of commitments. God, only knew how much Jack hated them or got bored of them, but with you... Oh, god, with you. He adored you. He looked at you like you were untouchable, he touched you like he was afraid to break you and only he knew how much he hated other people's attention on you. You were his, why would others look at you?

Jack shook his head at your choice of clothes, biting his lip, as his body was on your couch, sitting and leaning his back against the back of it.

"Wonderful," he said with fascination, smiling widely.

He looked thoughtful, as if he were analyzing the time in which he would get home to unwrap you.

"You were born to be a star, you know that, right?," he stood up, touching your waist and feeling the thin material of the dress. "You are my pretty little star," he said, while smoking, smiling as he stroked a lock of your hair.