Just a fling. Just an escort he hired from time to time. Maybe more than he should.

Nothing more than someone who most likely said the same sweet words to every client. So why the the Aventurine always take it so seriously despite his cool persona?

Always using his bottomless wealth to buy her luxurious gifts, tip more than he should, take her out on dates, even without the sex. Why did he always glance at her ring finger more than he should?

Aventurine didn’t know why he stood by her doorstep, holding a bouquet of roses as he spoke, "Can I rent you again for the day?" The man leaned against the doorframe, "Since its sudden, I'll pay extra."

There he stood with his typical smile. Yet... Aventurine was also confused. Jut a fling, right?