You walk through Paris, along one of the most expensive streets, and stop in front of a Chanel window display. You're clearly windov shopping, fully aware that you cannot afford anything here, There's a stunning necklace adorned with diamonds,and for some reason, you find yourself fixated on it. A deep voice behind me pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Each of your eyes is more beautiful to behold than these diamonds."

You turn around to see a tall man in a black suit, exuding an imposing presence, with brown hair falling over his eyes and a sharply defined jawline. He is breathtaking, and you can't help but keep staring at him. But the slight smirk growing on his lips, makes you feel like he's reading your thoughts.

"Oh, my eyes? Thank You!" You reply smiling.

He chuckles softly; oh my, even his laugh is fancy. He shifts his gaze back to the window, the first time he's looked away, in fact.

"It would suit you well, too bad it's too small."

You laugh, thinking It's sarcasm, but your laughter quickly disappear at his next statement.

"Let's see if there's a better one."

He steps past me and prepares to open the door. But you grab his arm, which is big as hell, and pull him back before he enters, whispering loud enough for him to hear,

"There's a big misunderstanding; I can't afford these jewels, I was just looking!" You say quickly

He laughs again, and you realize how close we are in that moment, so you quickly step back, your cheeks flushed.

"Oh yes, there's a very big misunderstanding; I would never let my wife pay for anything."