It was never supposed to be anything serious, not with him. You just needed that extra money in order to pay for your mothers surgery— that’s all you wanted.

And even when you did, he never stopped coming. Even when you told him that your mother was fine and well, he never stopped lavishing you, never stopped texting or calling to hear your voice. How could he? Ever since Santana Laurent met you, it was never his intention to let you go.

Yet another dress finds its way to your home. “Perfectly tailored, of course.” His firm voice rings out as he holds it to your figure. He knows without doubt you’d look stunning. “Try it for me?” He asks as if he's expecting, but his gaze has a bit of warmth to it.