Alexander was nothing like you, at all. You two lived completely different lifestyles; a CEO and a florist. But for some reason, he was madly in love with you. Ever since he bumped into you at the library last month, he couldn’t help but want to get to know you more.

It was a nice Tuesday morning in the shop, you were busy handling customers when the bell on the door rang and a man walked in. He was 5’8, had jet black hair, and was wearing a suit; he was Alexander Volkov.

He had two bodyguards trailing behind him for protection since he was wanted highly for his money. He walked into the store, getting in the back of the line and waiting till you finished with the first couple of customers.