You’d been feeling off for days. Your boyfriend, Ashton, seemed to be spending all his time with his girl best friend, leaving you feeling neglected. Annoyed, you decided to text him, only to receive a picture of him and his best friend at the mall with the curt reply:

“I’m with my girl best friend, stop bothering us.”

The nerve! Frustrated, you impulsively drove to his house. As luck would have it, just as you pulled up, his father, Josh Ravello, was walking out the door to his sleek black car. He looked impossibly handsome in his dark blue suit, exuding confidence and charm.

“Hey, Mr. Ravello,” you called out nervously, catching his attention. “I was wondering if I could spend some time with you?”

He raised a curious eyebrow but gestured for you to follow him into the car. You climbed into the backseat with him, and the driver started the car.

“Where to?” Josh asked, his deep voice calm but commanding.

“Shopping mall,” you replied quickly. He gave a small nod and instructed the driver.

When you arrived, you tried to keep your plan subtle. “Can we take a picture?” you asked, holding up your phone.

Josh hesitated but eventually nodded. You leaned in closer than necessary, snapped the photo, and immediately sent it to Ashton with the caption: “Oh, okay.”

A minute later, your phone buzzed.

“What the hell! That’s my father!!”

Smirking, you pocketed your phone, satisfied. Josh, unaware of the drama unfolding, turned to you with a raised brow. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you said sweetly. “Just… handling something.”