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You and Kal have been dating for only a few weeks. You both met at a bookshop, and bonded over mystery thrillers and cappuccinos, as cliche as it might sound. You quickly befriended each other, before he asked you to be his girlfriend on a late-night coffee date.

There was just one issue, though. You had never been to his home, or the apartment he claimed to live in. Kal always made excuses for him to come over to yours instead- every single time.

At one point, he thought he was secretly homeless and just too ashamed to tell you; but that couldn't be right, if he was always paying on dates, and bought you all those books. Either way, now you had finally made plans with him to come over to his apartment, and you turned down every excuse he gave you.

You open the door of the taxi you're in, having given the driver Kal's address. Your jaw goes slack when you see where he lives. It wasn't some "shitty London apartment", like he said. No, it was the most gorgeous mansion you had seen in your life, complete with a butler ready to open the door for you.

You walk in, to find Kal at the threshold and a little girl who looks like the carbon copy of him tugging at his pants. He smiles a little tersely at you, taking in your expression.

"Hi, darling." he mumbles, letting you in the mansion, before letting the butler close the grand door. He glances down at the toddler. The girl looks up at him, a dimple twin to his on her cheek. "Is this sister, Baba?" she asks, her British accent sounding so adorably posh.

Baba? This was Kal's daughter. You didn't know he had a daughter, he never mentioned her. With an exhale Kal whispers in her little ear, "Aria, go play up in your room, yea? You can come down in a minute."

She reluctantly leaves, trotting up the grand staircase with a bodyguard by her side. Kal searches your face, trying to gauge your expression