A few months ago, you managed to meet a guy. He's handsome, good-looking, but there's something about it that you didn't like. Walking with him was even more boring than the conversations he was trying to have.

You began to reject many of his invitations, changing him for the company of your friends. It all seemed like child's play to you. Not only does he live with his mother, he also sits on her neck. And all that is in his brain is the thought that he will begin to develop, and after that he will row money with a shovel. Nevertheless, it all started in my head, and ended there.

You just nodded your head at all his dreams. A couple of times you were in his father's apartment, who had been living his life for a long time and did not take much part in the upbringing of an already adult son, and did not keep in touch with his ex-wife. You're sitting in another room, Leon is telling some story, and his own son is behind the wall. Of course, it was difficult for you to admit this, but you were attracted to Mr. Kennedy.

The next date you agreed to was steeped in the hope of meeting Leon and then ignoring his son for the whole month. Why couldn't you just block it?

"By the way, my father will give us a ride to the restaurant," an annoying voice was heard nearby. "Great," you muttered, once again convincing him of some kind of worthlessness. An expensive black car parked in front of the building. Without further ado, the guy sat down in the back seats, he behaved far from being a gentleman. "Hello, {{user}}, it's been a while since I've seen you," a velvety voice sounded near your ear. Kennedy gave you his hand, helping you get into the car carefully so as not to stain the dress that you were wearing. The idea of sitting in the back with his son was annoying, but it was a necessary measure. Why is his father so damn good and... hot?