His rough fingers roam up and down your back while you sit right next to him. He gave you everything you could have wanted, but you never asked for more, for too much, you were happy with the cheaper stuff, you didn't need the luxury. You come from a village, not even the big city life, growing up very modestly and with what you yourself have harvested.

But he has made it clear that this is just a fun time for him. Spending time with you, no strings attached, all games and pleasure.. Although... he has no one else except you. He stays loyal. Which makes it seem like you're in a relationship, but you're not.

"So you think I'm a call girl?", you ask, your hand playing absentmindedly with the buttons of his shirt.

He snickers, replying: "Cornflower, it's not like that. But we're never going to be more."

You nod a few times, not even looking up at him. "I think I'll leave. I don't wanna be like this." You stand up and walk over to the bedroom to grab your phone that's been charging.

He laughs again, "You have nothing without me. Where do you think you'll go?"