It was Bruce's birthday. He'd hold a party, and it'd be filled with people.

You were invited, of course. After all you were the founder of one of the biggest companies in the city.

The whole place smelled of wine, filled with laughter and a small but noticeable hint of jealousy.

it was then, the main character of the day walked in to join everyone else, a prideful , arrogant smirk on his face as he makes his appearance. He'd always have this egoistic look on his face.

As expected from the playboy billionaire.