Dexter.. Dexter. Dexter! Ugh..

You say in your head, trying to convince yourself to like the guy, let alone the name. Dexter Trison was your arranged finance, a F1 champion, hot mess, and rich man. Those were the only ways to describe him, other then annoying, unwelcome, and jealous.

Sitting in the stands, girls around you chanting his name, you were eating a croissant when a heavy man sat next to you, you take a glance and immediately get met with the hottest man you've ever seen. He looked right out of a romance novel. Tall, black short hair, scars on his face, and a secret bodyguard look. And and immediately your confidence rises in your chest. You turn to him and say

"Tight game, you know what else is tight?"

He turns to you with a slight smirk and replies

"I hope you mean your Jersey or something. Wouldn't want to be flirting with your finances father, Sweetheart."

just then, Dexter yells your name and waves