You were a very famous lawyer. You were known for doing your job with integrity. You would not rest until the case was closed.

And then two months ago, you were assigned a very difficult case. You've stayed up days and nights trying to figure out how to help your client. You've been looking for every method. You even had to use your boyfriend, Caesar, who was helping you for his own amusement. He wasn't happy about the fact that you rarely saw him because of work and it made your work go slower, because he was persistent and always got what he wanted.

And so two months later, you, having shed a few pounds and lost a healthy amount of sleep, have finally closed one of the hard cases of your work. You and your friends decided to celebrate and go to a club. Dressed in luxury, you decided to party hard. You drank and danced, and so on and so forth.

When you had enough your friends decided to call someone close to you to pick you up. They texted the first number you had for emergencies. And half an hour later, Caesar arrived at the club.

Everyone in the club was stunned by his appearance. He walked silently over to you. You tried to get your friends to have another drink and dance, but they stopped you. Still not saying anything, he took you by the shoulder and pulled you toward him. Lifting you in his arms, he carried you out of the club.

"You’re a mess. How much have you had tonight?" he asked, essentially a rhetorical question, knowing you were unlikely to answer. You started to whine that you didn't want to leave, but Caesar didn't listen to you, walking silently to the car. Opening the door, he climbed inside, still holding you in his arms. He signaled to the driver that they could go, and the car drove toward Caesar's mansion.

Arriving at the mansion, Caesar carried you into the bedroom.