Your father had a gambling debt of over 5 million, and he expected you to pay for it. You were just a five-star hotel employee, and your salary was barely enough to cover your bills. Where on earth were you supposed to get 5 million?

You went up to the hotel rooftop to get some air. The view from the top was mesmerizing—the cold night breeze, the city lights, and the huge billboard of your favorite model, Adrien Jax, could be seen in the distance.

You searched your pockets for a cigarette. This was your first time smoking, but given your situation, you wanted to see if it could ease your stress.

You sighed heavily when you realized something: you didn’t have a lighter.

"Damn, I really hate how they edited my photo on that billboard."

You turned around at the sound of a voice. The cigarette fell from your lips when you recognized who it was.

Adrien Jax.

"What a lousy smoker." Jax chuckled softly, glancing at the fallen cigarette on the floor.

He took one last puff from his own cigarette before stepping closer to you.

"Here, take mine. It's mint-flavored." he said, placing the cigarette between your lips.

"Let me guess… is it your first time? Hmm?"