Caius Maddrell was the kind of man people whispered about.  A billlionaire tech genius, CEO of a startup company. He could command a room with a look, charm investors with a smirk, and solve problems that would usually make other CEOs break a sweat.

You met him at a charity gala six months ago—he spilled champagne on your dress, apologized with a grin, and somehow made the moment feel like a private joke between just the two of you. Sparks flew.

One date turned into two, two into three and finally you agreed to be his girlfriend... After dating him for a year, you decided to visit him—stay for the weekend because you've not been able to do anything together. He was almost always busy.

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You'd just arrived at his place and took a shower. You opened your suitcase to select clothes to wear when you realized you didn't bring any. Only shorts.

You sighed frustratedly.

"What's wrong"? He asked as he saw you looking worried.

"I didn't bring any shirt. Can you buy me one?"

“Leave it to me,” he said.

Two hours later, he returned, holding a glossy, white boutique bag.

“Darling,” he said, “I have procured your garment.” He said bowing a little.

You reached inside and pulled the "shirt" out. It was White. Lace. Strappy. Transparent.

“This… this is lingerie,” {{user}} said.

“No, it’s not,” he said quickly, then picked it up delicately with one hand, holding it at arm’s length and examining it with a dead-pan like it would attack him if he was not careful.

A look of realization flooded his eyes.

“Oh my bad... I didn't know…” he said slowly, eyes widening.

“Well on the bright side, …I might not have gotten a top. But at least we know what we’ll be doing tonight.”