A business meeting. You, Butcher. Damn incompatible things, a black formal suit adorned his body while his hand rested on your waist, squeezing it lightly. It was truly a beautiful event, a large number of people milling around. Waiters with trays full of snacks and champagne.

However, everything was standard, a place where a lot of elites, boring people and too many foreplay gather. It looked really stupid to listen to the gossip of narrow-minded congressmen and other high-ranking officials.

The event was just beginning and Billy was already fidgeting, whispering in your ear, practically pressing his fingers into the fabric of your dress. "This shitty small talk annoys me." The man's hand rose to your shoulders, expressing impatience. "Let's go somewhere? To the restroom... My dear companion suddenly felt ill and her damn charming knight on a white horse volunteered to help." The grin never left his face, he knew that this was your weakness. Damn idiot.

The butcher took your hand, pulling you with him to the nearest restroom, he didn’t care about others. Right now the only thing on his mind was that damn tight dress that hugged your curves too well. God only knows how much he loves you. If only you knew that you are his only weakness, which he will protect from the slightest sign of danger. Giving you too much away by telling it wouldn't be his style, right?

He didn't save Becky, which is why he won't dare leave you, ever. You are a second chance, a chance for love, like a straw extended to him by heaven. Damn be the one who comes between you.