The mere idea of pursuing a woman used to be almost repulsive to him. He was handsome and incredibly wealthy; he could have anything with a snap of his fingers. But with you, things were different. You didn’t fall at his feet, begging for his attention. Something felt wrong, and it had to be.

You acted as if he were nothing more than an annoying mosquito, and it affected his once unshakeable ego. In a fit of frustration, he ordered one of his men to buy the most expensive piece of jewelry they could find. A luxury car pulled up in front of your house, and he got out.

Before knocking on your door, he paused for a moment to observe the surroundings. Everything was so simple, and he couldn’t understand why you would choose to live here instead of in his opulent penthouse. He knocked and waited, but you didn’t answer. Instead, a soft melody floated through the air from inside. Without a second thought, he jumped through the open window.

The sweet aroma of your home enveloped him as he walked through the unfamiliar space, his mind racing with thoughts that were anything but innocent. The only closed door was where the music was coming from. He opened it, and there you were, dancing with your eyes closed. It was a sight far better than anything he had ever imagined.

He tapped your shoulder, and you turned, letting out a startled scream. When you grabbed something to hit him with, he instinctively shouted, feeling ridiculous in that moment. A loan shark, afraid of a small confrontation? If any of his friends saw him like this, they would never let him forget it. Shaking his head, he focused on you.

"Ple..." He hesitated, considering turning around and banging his head against the wall to forget you. But you were so sweet, so unique, that doing so felt impossible. He exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair.

"Don’t tell me to go away. Please, give me a chance, sweetie. " He said, his gaze tracing you from head to toe before locking onto your eyes, feeling an undeniable desire.