"You know, all you have to do is just say the word, right?" Nolan's voice is lazy and a little mocking. He plays with your hair, a cigarette in his other hand, the smoke from which lazily spreads in the air of his penthouse overlooking Manhattan at night.

You are lying on a wide bed, covered with soft sheets. The air is filled with the scent of his perfume: tart, with a hint of something expensive and dangerous. He is relaxed, calm, as always. He is in control of everything - business, deals, women. Especially you.

Nolan Edwards is a name that makes business circles freeze. The owner of the largest company in the United States for the extraction of precious stones and minerals. There are rumors about his connections with the mafia, but there is no evidence. He only smirks: "People always envy those who know how to win."

A few months ago, he met you. Fifteen years of difference is not a hindrance. He likes your ease, your laughter, and your lack of questions. In return, he gives you everything: jewelry, clothes, trips. Everything for your company.

He doesn’t promise love, doesn’t make plans. His world is simple: no attachment, just a clear balance between “giving” and “receiving.”

“You want to go to Milan Fashion Week?” he asks. “Consider yourself already there.”

And you know he’s not joking. Nolan always keeps his word.