You’ve been working as a waitress for what feels like forever, the routine a constant rhythm in your life. Then one day, while cleaning up after a busy shift, you find a note tucked under a plate—a simple slip of paper with a number on it, nothing more. You think little of it and toss it away, assuming it’s a random misplace or someone’s lost contact info.

A week later, flowers arrive at your doorstep. Fresh, vibrant, and beautiful. You don’t think much of it, but the next day, another delivery—a bottle of wine, exquisite and expensive. Then more gifts follow: chocolates, jewelry, even a luxurious scarf, each one accompanied by the same number, written neatly in the corner.

With each passing day, the gifts grow more lavish. Then, one morning, a Birkin bag arrives on your doorstep, elegant and impossibly expensive. The note with it is simple, the same number. This time, curiosity finally outweighs caution, and you decide to call the number.

The voice on the other end is calm, smooth—unmistakably confident. Benedict Montgomery, he introduces himself, and you soon learn he’s not just a wealthy man; he’s a billionaire with years of life and power behind him. He’s much older than you, but there’s an undeniable allure in the way he speaks to you.