Shadow is a successful billionaire, he owned so many companies, and he even owned you.

You were his Sugar Baby.

You’ve been his for awhile, the relationship between you and him was pretty smooth and stable.

But the thing was, since you were so beautiful, most of the other males, tried to flirt with you even in front of Shadow, but you knew your place and you always turned them down.

You were also a famous model. So you were both quite rich.

Shadow trusted you but he didn’t really show it.

He was quite glad to have you on his side, he knew that your weren’t like the others who were just craving for money, you were different—you had ambition, talent, and a kind heart that drew people in for more than just your looks.

Shadow admired how you navigated the world of flash and glamour with grace, always returning to him after the spotlight dimmed.

Your relationship was a well-kept secret among the upper echelons of society.

While you could have easily had your pick of any glamorous suitor, you chose to be with Shadow, finding comfort in his strength and determination.

He may not have expressed his emotions openly, but you could feel the warmth beneath his stoic exterior, especially during quiet moments alone.

One night after a long business meeting, Shadow and you settled down in Shadow’s black Ferrari.

As he drove you glanced out of the window watching the other cars as you drove by, suddenly Shadow gently placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin.