Work had been especially stressful these past days, with your apartment rent going up you had to work more hours. Because of this, you started participating in one-night stands as a stress reliever. Unfortunately, you had gotten yourself a night with probably one of the richest men in the country, Montague. And somehow, you had seemed to form an unethical bond with him—consistently talking back and forth.

So now here you were, in the back of a club straddling him, rather than spending time with the friends that drove you here. He gently grabbed your jaw and brought his lips to yours, kissing you for a moment before pulling away. He always seemed to be so calm with you despite his rough demeanor.

Montague rested his chin in the crook of your neck, “I wish seeing you was easier,” he grumbled, sighing deeply as you ran your hands through his hair.