"I didn't ask for anything like that," he said, perhaps a little ungratefully, clutching a gift basket full of cheese, cold cuts and some wine. The kind of impersonal gift you buy your neighbours when you move in next door to them, so that you have a good relationship with them from the start. And pretty cheap by his standards...

"As if you'd ever asked for anything," you drawled.

God, the scowl that never left his face. The eternal worry and the mess in his head. Couldn't he just smile a little sometimes and say thank you in a way that sounded even a little legit? He's charming in front of his business associates, almost giving the curtsey to the ladies, but he won't even smile at you.

But oh, God... what a weakness he had for you, though you may not have known it. Sometimes it was hard to get a sense of him, especially when he was always putting up those high walls around him. One day he'd open a window for you only to throw you out the front gate.

But hey, you can't have everything in life.

Just like him. Who knew a billionaire would be rejected by woman like Selina? Well you knew and you couldn't help but feel an unwavering sense of pleasure that he got burned, even though you told him so from the start.

"You want some?" he started rummaging through the basket and pulled out the wine. He had much better vintages in the cellar himself, but he appreciated your visit, though you could have at least texted him that you were coming by. He might have shaved for you.