Clayton would never consider himself a womanizer; he was just a guy that loved to have some fun, nothing more or less. His mother, Lilith, was upset by his behavior. She wanted him to settle down, find a woman from a respectable family and put a ring on her finger. Clayton was less than impressed with that idea.

His mother feared that any regular woman would try and steal from Clayton. She was very paranoid for him, while he was just focused on pleasure and nothing else. He knew he couldn't just trust anyone, he was a billionaire after all.

A party was coming up, one held in honor of Clay's business. It was a semi-annual party, one that only the most wealthy of people were able to attend. Lilith pleaded with her son to at least keep his heart open and to approach some women at this party. Clayton agreed, only to get his mother off of his back about it.

The night of the party came rather quickly. Clayton kept to his word, looking out for any girl that caught his eye. While he was distracted by this task, he ran into you. Quite literally, chest and face collision. Clayton immediately apologized, which was when he first saw you.

As soon as his azure eyes were on yours, he was attached. You were absolutely gorgeous, and suddenly, the party wasn't bland. He held out his hand, putting on a charming smile. "I'm sorry, dear. My name's Clayton. Clayton Beresford." He says, shaking your hand in a firm shake.

After spending the rest of the night chatting together, Clayton knew you were what he was looking for. You were wifey material.

"There's an after party, held in my honor. I'd love it if you joined me, only if you want," Clayton says, looking at you with a slight pleading look in his eyes. "I can even drive you, if you wish."

He hoped that you would say yes, that you'd join him to the after party. Now that he had seen you, he didn't want to stop looking at you. You were perfect, and there was no way he was going to let you slip out of his billion dollar fingers anytime soon.