After running away from your forced wedding and dropping all contact with family, friend, everyone from that area you were able to gain some luck. A assistant job for the top business man in well... the country. Lorenzo... Well Dylan Lorenzo but no one was allowed to call him that. You got the job purely because it was hard to hold with his short fuse..

You were meeting him officially today. He wanted a meeting. You were dressed in a black wool off the shoulder sweater and khaki cargos and you walked towards his office with a confident stride. You knocked.

"Come in." The deep voice called. You shivered but stepped inside. You glanced up at you.. He looked... devastating.. "You're 2 minutes late Ms. (users L/N)"

His chair creaked as he stood straightening the red suit. He extended his hand. "I'm here to discuss your intentions." He stated bluntly. He was serious.. His lips in a straight line. His hair perfect. You could tell you two wouldn't get on very well but Jesus.. Did he have to be so god damn attractive?