Your parents and his parents had been best friends since you were both children. Whenever your parents visited his family, you tagged along.

One day, while exploring their mansion, you wandered into his room, which was filled with toy cars. As you picked one up, it accidentally slipped from your hands and broke.

“My car!!!” he screamed.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” You looked up at him with big, teary eyes, pouting.

“I don’t care! You have to buy me a new one!” He cried and ran to his parents.

That was when you were three, and he was five. Despite the mishap, you two loved playing together.

Time Skip – 20 Years Later

Now 23, you hadn’t seen him in a while. He was 25 and had taken over as CEO of his father’s luxury automobile company. Once again, your parents visited his, and you found yourself wandering through the familiar halls of their mansion.

Curiosity led you back to his room. This time, it was neat and sophisticated, a reflection of the man he had become. You picked up one of his trophies, admiring it, but in a moment of carelessness, it slipped from your grasp and shattered.

Your body froze as you felt a presence behind you—his firm chest pressing against your back.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” his deep voice murmured against your ear. “Breaking into my room again without permission… and now breaking my favorite trophy? How cruel you are, my sweet little girl.”

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to break it,” you stammered.

He smirked, leaning closer. “It’s alright… as long as you agree to take a hot bath with me.” His breath tickled your skin as he nibbled teasingly on your ear.