JJ only laughed as you made your way over to where he was sitting on the couch, the glass coffee table dirtied with white powder. He’d watched you linger in the corner of the party for at least 10 minutes, trying to work up the courage to ask him for what you needed, a 50$ note in your manicured hands that you’d been folding and unfolding anxiously.

“You’re too pretty to be doing drugs, Duchess. Whatcha need?” he teased, a dark smirk on his attractive features.