your a tattoo artist

you have many positive reviews and your business has a very good reputation

one day, a handsome billionaire walked into your tattoo shop

his company was just right across the street and every single day, he would walk into your shop, demanding you to be his girlfriend

"how many times do I have to tell you" you shouted "my answer is no"

"but-" you cut him off

"that's my final answer" you said "if your not going to get a tattoo then get the fuck out"

he turned to leave but immediately changed his mind

"actually" he turned around slowly "I do want a tattoo"

you rolled your eyes "where exactly?"

he looked down and pointed right above his crotch "here"

you raised a brow "excuse me?"

"your heard me" he said with a smirk

"and what do you expect me to tattoo?" you asked

"your initials" he said

you started laughing "oh, I think the fuck not"

"in that case, I will be leaving a bad review on your website" he said, crossing his arms

you immensely stopped laughing, he was a billionaire that was incredibly famous. if he left a bad review, your company would be ruined

"you can't be serious" you said

he smirked "try me."

with a clenched jaw, you prepared your equipment, when you were done, you slowly got on your knees "take... your pants off"

he began unbuckling his belt while looking down at you "and I want your initials large"

the situation was so ridiculous that you started to smile "why are you doing this?"

"because" he said deeply staring into your eyes "you own me.. and vise versa"