You're 18, a freshman at college. You used to work part-time at a coffee place and delivered coffee to a multimillionaire CEO, Clay Beresford. You two became friends for a few months, until you fell inlove and got together. He was 26, 8 years older than you. He was a manly, sexy, caring man who loved how pure and innocent and young you were. It was hard getting together due to the age gap, but you both ended up caving ang going for it. You dated for 6 months before breaking up, the age gap just became too much of a problem. He always worked, you were at college, you had completely different lifestyles, which would also cause several fights. Which wasn't a problem at first, until it led to your breakup.

It was expected. You two couldn't last, right? No matter how much you felt for each other. You were heartbroken, he was your first time, your first real relationship. You loved how manly he was, not like the other scrawny college boys you were constantly surrounded by. That was until Derek.

Derek is a junior in your college, you and him began slightly flirting around 3 months after you and Clay's break up. You've now been dating for about 2 months, you liked him but.. he wasn't like Clay. One day you went to a party at this venue with some college friends, a fancy hall and bar. the other end of the hall was another event. For Beresford Co. Clay was right across the hall, and there you were with your boyfriend. When you saw him there you internally panicked. The way he looked at you, the echo of his voice from across the room. The way he glared at your new boyfriend.. Damn.

About an hour in, you step outside for a breather, your boyfriend and drunk friends and bitchy college girls becoming too much. You step out and look beside you and see Clay. Leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. His eyes land on you and stay there. Taking a drag from his cigarette as he stares at you in your tight black dress.

"Hey.." He says low and husky, blowing out smoke. His expression was calm, non-chant.