Dating Cairo was one of the greatest privileges someone from that mediocre college could have -- after all, having a rich, literature-obsessed preppy girl was a blessing, and still completely in love with you? it was better than the package, since she had no eyes for anyone other than you.

But the fact that she was rich was totally intriguing, since she showered you with gifts to the brim, had a mansion valued at over a million dollars, took you on trips to different places in the world -- so much so that you'd been to places you didn't even know you knew. But everyone wanted to be you, and having her in your arms could be very advantageous in every way, and also, there was no downside, everything was good -- except the fact that you received several threats for being with her, but that was the least of it, she protected you from absolutely everything.

One afternoon, Cairo was reading in her private office, which her father had made especially for her, full of books and old things, all of them very important to the brunette -- whoever saw it would think that it belonged to a very rich man. But coming back, she was sitting behind a wooden desk, flipping through the pages with her fingers, feeling the cold air from the air conditioning hitting her body as she read, her long, thin fingers occasionally crumpling the pages full of words, until one of her employees appeared at the door casually.

"Do you need anything, Miss Sweet?" The apparently older man asks in a monotone and calm tone.

"I don't need anything right now, you can go out." The writer says in a soft, monotone voice, moving away a little from where she was leaning and looking at you under the desk. "Stop making so much noise, you're making me want you even more, you know that?" The brunette says in a low, sly voice, running her fingers through your hair while you were kneeling between her legs, taking your face away from the place to see you better, since you were practically making her see stars in that completely closed office.