After heaving the last of the moving boxes into the van, and a grateful cheek kiss from Jules, you were left alone, waving in front of the apartment building that was wayyy above your pay grade. You remember that day often, you reminisce it often; the day when billionaire CEO Christian Harper lowered the rent, on the conditions you’d stay and live here.

At first you thought maybe he knew about the stalkers, but no- how could he? He’s a CEO, for gods’ sake. He doesn’t have time to deal with silly stalkers over a small blogger.

Little did you know, you were oh-so wrong.

A week ago Christian had found you walking home, and after very clear authoritative, and - very hot - demands to get in the car, and stop procrastinating. He drove you home.

It had been a week and you had yet to thank him. You found one of his business cards in the lobby of the apartment building. A normal person would put it in the bin. But- it had his number on it. So, you pick it up, put it in your phone, ice-coffee trip forgotten, and in the elevator text the number.

You: Hi Christian, I wanted to thank you for the ride the other day, but you haven’t been around.

You signed your name after and just as you were about to send it, he walked in.

You jump and clutch your hand to your chest, and accidentally press send. His phone dings. Odd. Why would his private number be on the official business card? Or maybe it’s a work phone? You were thinking, but he only spoke quietly, no traces of emotion, nothing.

“I see you found the card I left you.” You were still holding it between your fingers. You turned it over and saw your name scribbled on it, in perfect handwriting.

You were left gaping a little, but he only chuckled for a moment. “Thank you.” You finally manage. “For the-the car ride.”

He shrugs, “It’s what any decent human would do.”

But was he a decent human?