You had texted your rich, older boyfriend— asking for him to visit.

'Baby, can you call me back?' 'I miss you' 'It's so lonely in my mansion..'

You set your phone down in your apartment— you had exaggerated about living in a mansion. You waited for a bit, hearing a knock at the door.

You opened it, smiling at Robert, who stood at the door, a bag of luxuries in his hand and a soft smile on his face. "I hope you weren't too lonely.." Robert spoke softly, kissing you on the cheek.