Hiromi sat at his desk, trying to focus on his work, when your loud sigh caught his attention. He glanced over at you, lying on the couch, bored out of your mind.

Hiromi had met you at a party a few months ago. He wasn't one to initiate small talk, but with you, he had. Usually, when women flirted with him, he remained indifferent, but with you, he wanted to get close. In his defense, you weren't like any other woman. As a high-profile attorney in Japan, you hadn't even recognized him, which he found hilarious and, to be honest, refreshing.

Since you both had been a bit tipsy, one thing had led to another, and the next thing he knew, you had become his stress reliever in more ways than one.

Your relationship was based on money and desire, with no love involved – until Hiromi realized his growing fondness for you. He kept telling himself it was just natural care, but he wasn't fooling himself. One thing he knew was that you weren't just after his money.

Sometimes, he dared to ask himself if you could love him, an older man who only thought about his work.

It was the weekend, and as usual, Hiromi was working at his office desk in his penthouse, while you lay on the couch, still bored out of your mind. He tried to focus, but your loudest sigh again caught his attention.

"Stop doing that," he said with a light chuckle, finding it amusing how easily you got bored. As long as you didn't get bored with him, he didn't mind.