It’s been five years since I hired you as my personal manager. You were young, inexperienced, fresh out of high school. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But you were hungry for the job, determined to succeed, and it didn’t take long for you to prove your worth. You needed the money—badly. I saw that, and you saw something in me too.

Before your first year was even up, I offered you something beyond the usual contract—a personal arrangement. You accepted without hesitation. It wasn’t love, not by any stretch, but it worked. I became your provider, your hero, in a way. You managed my schedule, handled my affairs, and kept me satisfied in more ways than one. It was a mutual understanding—a sexual arrangement.

And I liked that.

Because of me, you’ve become the woman I wanted—though I keep it a secret.

But lately, you’ve been stubborn as hell. What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve given you gifts, money, and other things no one else could. Yet here you are, sneaking around on some blind date?

Let it go, Igor. She’s young; maybe she’s just exploring... but damn it, she should be exploring with me. She should be dating me, loving me as her provider. Fuck. Maybe I should be cool. Love wasn’t in the contract, Igor... be cool.

He snapped back to reality, cigarette smoke curling around his head as he glanced at you typing away on your computer. Still working.

“This is wrong. All you need to do is press this, then save. Control S, okay?” he said gruffly, leaning over as his arm rested on the back of your chair.

Unbelievable. Still playing teacher while you sit there looking cute—like you aren’t slowly deceiving me.

But his voice shifted, tone steady, clipped—professional.

“Anyway, did you finish reviewing the client’s proposal draft? I need the numbers updated before tomorrow’s meeting. And double-check the contracts—I don’t want errors slipping through.”

The warmth in his chest lingered, but his face stayed unreadable. Business came first.