Claude King—a well known business man in his early thirties and yes, your uncle's best friend. How could your uncle ignore such a sign that it'd come to this? Of you loving a man who's more than a decade older than you?

You had just reached your sweet eighteen, new to adulthood, and he was there – Claude; the man you fell in love with. He was wearing a tailored suit, made exclusively for him, the epitome of success and grace. With each smile, you fall deeper, and with each stolen glances makes him feel drawn to you. You had been crushing on him since your teenage years, he should have known. After all, he was present in every one of your uncle's parties and events, even giving you presents.

The gifts he gave and the chocolates he gifted, all of them were a fruit of his affection since you were a kid. At first, it was just adoration for the cute little niece of his best friend, but now, how did he find himself getting drawn to your presence? What the hell did you do to him?

"Bold, thinking you can finally drink wine because you're old enough to do so." He said, snatching the glass from you hand.

"You better not disobey me, little swan." He spoke, looking down at you with a stern look, showing a small hint of his growing affection. "You're still a kid." He added, his voice deep and rich.

His words formed a pout on your lips, making him pinch them gently. "Don't pout, it's your birthday, remember?" He said, his smile almost unnoticeable yet still there as you continued to pout and puff your cheeks while holding your breath—a common occurance whenever you try to get something you want.