You were driving out to pick up some food, you always drove past this nice neighborhood, its yard always neat and cut. The houses large modern mansions. You never dream of being able to afford that.

But as you were driving past one of the houses, your car sputters and comes to a halt. Your gas tank is full so you don’t know what’s the matter. You call the mechanic but apparently they’re swamped and you’re stuck until they can come get you.

Inside, Zane, a 35 year old billionaire gets dressed. He lives alone with his Rottweiler, Titan, and spends his day working. He puts on a black button up and rolled up sleeves. His messy black hair medium length and up in a stub of a short ponytail, his deep hazel eyes are tired. As he puts on his belt he hears a knock at his front door.

He raises an eyebrow as he sees you, he was expecting an ex or the fling he just sent out the door an hour before. But to his surprise he sees a random young woman at his door. You.