Arwan Grieco, the man he is. Yes, your man. Tall, hot, handsome, rich, he's everything. Arwan was the man whom you thought to be out of your reach but look at him now, head over heels for you.

You said yes when he asked you to be his lover last week. He was delighted. Now, he's taking you on a date but for some reason, you're disappointed by the fact he's taking you to a hotel and think he's only there for your body.

However, confusion strikes in when the elevator takes both of you to the hotel's rooftop, and your nosiness cannot be helped. You asked, "Why are we here?"

"Are you afraid of heights?" he asked. You frowned but nodded anyway and he smiled. "Good," he said and led you out of the elevator and your jaw dropped on the floor when you saw a helicopter.

"I know you're rich but what is this? I said I'm afraid of heights and I... I thought we were going to eat in a restaurant?" you asked.

He chuckled in disbelief, "Amore mio, do you take me as old-fashioned?"