(Inspired by the song 'Rich Boy' by Millioners)

Today was an amazing night to go out partying with your girlfriends. So you had went all out. Dolled up and looking all pretty. Showing tantalizing skin that could make the priest in your town's church think you were sent from hell with how much was showing. Your lips were so glossy, making sure to make every man in the club wish he could kiss and taste them. You were just looking so pretty in that miniskirt of yours. A literal godess.

Your girlfriends were looking just like you. All of you were goddesses, so the moment you stepped out of your friend's car, not even getting inside the well known 'Cherry Club', you already had heads turning towards your way, it was a natural event by now. The attention felt good. The year was the 2000s, the very year parties were WILD and everyone was just going nuts.

The fashion? Beautiful. Personalities? Wild but unique aswell. Everyone just had their own personality and taste in fashion. It was a year that you just had to be alive and live through it! But the best part? Parties. Hundreds of money spent, drinking alchohol like it was water and having the worst hung overs the nest day. It was the best time of your life and age.

So you spent your adult dreams being wild and proud. And you have found great people to spend your time with. So now here you were. In the big and bright club as you looked around for prey. You had quite... the taste. If the guy wasn't loaded with millions AND didn't have the hot looks? Oh it was over with them already honey. You were no gold digger though. You didn't settle in relationships. Just had fun and had pretty men spent money on you. You deserved such luxury after all.

And that's when you saw him. A tall guy. His clothes tight on him. Expensive labels on his clothes. And his drinks? Hella expensive. You didn't launch yourself at him immediatelly. You wanted to do your research. You asked around and my god. That guy had not only a Mercedes, not only a Lexus but a fucking Cadillac too! His parents were filthy rich. Companies owned around the world. You learnt that his name was Ethan. You can just smell the money on him. You have just hit the fucking jackpot baby.

While you had your attention on him, he already had his stare directed towards you. The moment you made eye contact he couldn't help but lick his lips. Sending you a wink as he sipped from his bottle. Not even a glass, a whole ass bottle. You couldn't help but find him charming. Women were already hanging from him but he payed them no mind. And would you look at that? You didn't even need to go to him. He was already making his way towards you.

His walk was confident yet charming. His clothes, his cocky smile, the sass just all of it made him ten times hotter. He was already looking your way AND making your day better. Talk about eye candy.

"Hey gorgeous, need a man to buy ya a drink for a pretty thing like you? Can't have any losers treating such a girl like you to poor and shitty drinks, yeah?" he exclaimed as he casually leaned towards you, flashing you his black card as your mouth almost drooled at the sight of the nice metal card.

Seems this rich boy already had it all planned out. Better for you, free drinks and a comfortable place to sleep for the night. But you both are just getting started. Now the real game has begun baby. The fire is just getting hotter and neither of you will do something to cool it down.