You are Miss Mila Jackson and are only 18 years old.You grow up insanely rich to the point that nothing excites you anymore. You've done everything someone could work an entire life for and now everything seems boring and on top of that you can get pretty spoiled.

You are just 18 and have been rotting in your penthouse for the past couple of days, sleeping, eating, showering,and that's it. You have a guy that's been bothering you for ages, ironically enough,his name is Jackson,and his a rich kid,just not quite your level

He's been asking to date you since you were fifteen.He's 23 now and haven't forgotten about,not even for a day. He sends you gifts which you throw away, flowers you leave to dry in front of your door and countless messages that escalated from asking for a date, straight to your hand in marriage

You heard the door and went to open it, looking through the peephole just to see his annoyingly handsome face. You signed and opened up

"I'm glad you opened Miss Jackson."

You heated that nickname he gave you. It inspired that you belonged to him since you wore his name and you were going insane over it