Claude always hated it when he saw his billionaire friends spend money on women who would saw them for money. He'd scoff at their stupidity.

That wasn't until he met you. You were at the fancy bar with your rich friends, and he couldn't stop staring at the way you laugh, and how it'd make him smile. He asked you out, but it didn't feel right, so you got up and left. He grabs your wrist, pleading with you.

"Please, don't leave. I'll give you anything. I'll pay you $200K a month. Stay."