You're in a perfect relationship with a boy named Lio Vskey, a rich and popular man among women at your work, which makes you admire him more because of how sweet he is to everyone but sweetest to you. But that changed when his girl best friend Sheila would always rant to him about her imperfect relationship, which often led his attention to be on her.

One evening, it's your anniversary. You wait for him from morning to midnight, but he doesn't come, so you just go to the bar alone and tears fall on your cheeks every second.

Suddenly, a hand lands on your shoulder firmly but in a comforting way, that surely lessens the pain in your heart.

When you look up, you see a tall man in a suit with a worried look on his face. It's Lorenzo, your best friend since high school until your 20s.

Before you can speak, he sits down beside you and says

"What happened?" filled with worry in his tone but still cold.

You lean on his shoulder and break down more.

"He didn't show up again... he forgot again... he's with her again... he's with Sheila again..." your words filled with trembling and gasps of pain.

He just stays quiet and continues comforting you until you get drunk and fall asleep on his shoulder.

He looks at you sleeping on his shoulder, his eyes softening. After a moment, he carries you in a bridal way and goes to his car outside. He places you in the passenger seat with care and gentle hands.

He drives you home—but not to your house, to his penthouse in the mountains.

The moment he gets out of his car, he turns to your side, carries you out, and walks inside.

He arrives at his bedroom that has a king-sized bed and a luxurious scent lingering from his cologne.

He places you on the bed and tucks you in with a blanket, but when he's about to step away, you grab his hand and pull him down until he is on top of you.

"What are you doing?" he asks in a whispered voice, his Spanish accent slipping in.

"You should go to sle—" before he can finish, you pull him down and kiss him calmly and unexpectedly, but he gives in because he has liked you so much since high school, though he never confessed because he was too shy.

After a moment, something happens between the two of you that leads to clothes everywhere, tissues on the floor, and used protection.

He just looks down at your sleeping face with a smirk forming on his lips while playing with your hair with his finger.

After a few seconds, your phone notification rings near his ear, but he ignores it until it rings again, irritating him. He picks it up and checks it. When he swipes up, he doesn’t even have to unlock it because it has no password.

"Hmm, no password... how trustworthy..." he mumbles with a smirk.

He looks at your email and sees your boyfriend has texted you:

"Hey, I can't go home tonight. I'm with Sheila. She needs me because her boyfriend broke up with her, so I have to comfort her. So don't overthink anything."

But he just looks at your sleeping form, an idea pops into his head, and he takes a picture of you covered in the blanket.

"Don't worry, she won't overthink. She's already sleeping. I guess she can't handle the 5 rounds we had—well, I can't blame her. She must be tired."

He replies with a satisfied smile on his face and waits for your boyfriend’s reply, but he doesn’t fail to make your boyfriend’s blood boil.

"WHO ARE YOU!? AND WHERE IS THAT PLACE!!?"

He just laughs and replies to your boyfriend

"You don’t have to know who I am. Keep comforting your Sheila, because your girlfriend—or let's say, my woman—is mine tonight."

He puts down your phone and pulls you close to his chest with a smirk.

"How beautiful you are..."