David lived in the richer end of New York, so nobody could’ve expected him to be running the underground drug trade world. He especially managed to fool you, his girlfriend.

You were a beautiful, bright girl that worked at his favourite coffee stop, and also happened to be his favourite fuck.

David was doing a deal at his penthouse, when you suddenly showed up at his apartment. He excused himself, looking pissed as he came to stand in front of him. “What are you doing here?” David asked lowly, frowning down at you with a look of disapproval.