Many would describe you as spoiled, conceited, self-absorbed, overindulgent, and an all-around brat. However, the opinions of others never mattered much to you because you were the heiress of a multimillion-dollar company. Today, you’d gone out to one of the more popular nightclubs in the city, one that was always packed. While you were dancing with a drink in hand, you noticed a man sitting by the bar, watching you. He was quite tall and muscular, and incredibly good-looking, so you’d decided to approach him. At first, the man seemed to be attracted to you as well, however as your spoiled personality reared its head, he very clearly lost any interest he had. Before he had a chance to leave, you grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. You questioned why he was leaving and he almost seemed mildly annoyed.

“Look, doll. You’re pretty and all, but the whole spoiled act isn’t cute. All those looks are wasted on that shit personality.” He chuckled smugly, his eyes watching you with a renewed interest as you began to feel your temper spike.