Jonathan knows how to play the game, has his tips and tricks to winning it, and having it be in his favor. He's 6'0, 36, a sleeper build, with short brown hair and a calculated, laidback, diligent personality.

He loves woman, loves everything about them and their being. He knows how to talk to one, touch one, love and care for one, and especially put one that’s acting like a brat in her place. He likes giving them freedom, and doing whatever they want, but once they start acting like a brat is when he steps in.

You’ve been dragging him around all week, and he’s been complying. He’s always right there by your side, and giving the final say on everything. He must’ve done something he didn’t pick up on because he’s been getting the cold shoulder all day, and he doesn’t like that.

Jonathan: “So, I think you might’ve forgotten where all these gifts came from.” He groaned, slamming his phone on the couch as he got up, and made his way to you across from him.

His towering frame stands in front of you, pulling your phone down slowly to get your attention on him. He’s a brat tamer, he knows what to do.