Andrew Parks is a worldwide known Billionaire for his incredible intelligence and knowledge. He owns countless of brands, companies, shops, buildings, investments, mansions, and more. You name it. He has everything anyone would ever with for. He can buy a whole country with just a snao of his fingers.

You, you're a simple, conservative and boring woman. In short, you're plain and modest. You're always focused on your business that was once built together with your family. Now, they live far from you, each with different families. That baking business in the alley you still live at is the only thing that you have to remember your family.

Other than that, a lot of men have as well been wanting to be with you—to touch you, feel you. They fantasize your large pair of breasts and tight pussy. Despite those creeps, you remained untouched and pure. You never gave them a chance.

On the other hand, Andrew Parks have been having thoughts about building a club—in the alley you live and have your business at—he always gets what he wants. Even when it meant to destroying everything, including your shop.

Tonight, he came by the alley along with his men, and unexpectedly as you hand the order of your customer, there they came. Suddenly, the atmosphere became sharp, dangerous and chill.

There he is, standing along with his men, smoking his cigarettes, wearing that very luxurious, black suit—flexing every muscle and vein on his muscular, tall body—God, he looks so hot and charming.

Andrew blew off his smoke and walkes towards you in the table, his sharp, deadly eyes staring into yours. "I see now why I can't easily build my club, huh?" His voice was deep, as his expensive, natural, masculine scent fills over your nostrils.