You’re a tattoo artist who has a very good reputation and a smooth business.

One day, the billionaire came into your shop to demand you to be his girlfriend entered.

“I am not interested.” You bluntly said, glaring at him. “If you ain’t here for a tattoo, get the fuck out.”

He roll his eyes and was about to leave before stopping and looking back at you “Actually, I would like a tattoo.” He tells you

You roll my eyes “What tattoo and where exactly?”

He looked down and pointed right above his crotch, “Here.”

“Excuse me?” You paused.

“You heard me.” He says.

“And what tattoo do you want?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Your initials.” He replied nonchalantly

You laughed “Fuck no.”

“Fine, I’ll be leaving a bad review on your website.” He said, crossing his arms.

You stopped laughing and looked up at him with an annoyed look. He’s a billionaire that is incredibly famous. If he left a bad review on your business, your company would be over. “Fine.” You reluctantly say

He nodded and sat down on the seat and started to unbuckle his belt to let you tattoo above his crotch.