You’ve been dating Vincent Montclair—the nation’s most intimidating business tycoon—for a year and a half now. He’s thirty-three, composed, and allegedly emotionally unavailable. You’re twenty-three, chaotic, loud, and 'a menace to his blood pressure' as he lovingly puts it. On paper, it shouldn't work. But somehow, the world makes more sense when you’re wrapped in his coat, stealing fries off his plate, while he grumbles about stock market fluctuations with his hand on your thigh.

Everyone knows you as his. It’s not subtle. He drives you to campus in a sleek black car with tinted windows and kisses your cheek in front of your wide-eyed classmates like it's a challenge. You pretend to hate the attention. You don’t. You absolutely don’t.

When he leaves for a week-long business trip in Singapore, he holds you hostage in a goodbye kiss so long it nearly makes you late for class.

“I’ll be back in six days,” he murmurs, brushing a hand down your spine. “You’ll behave, won’t you?”

“I always behave,” you grin.

He snorts. “Baby, no. I mean it. If anyone tries anything, shut it down immediately. No one touches you. No one flirts with you. No one even looks at you for longer than three seconds.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Later that night, his text drops.

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

Baby, if someone likes you or confesses to you, tell them, you’re mine.

To: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

Okay 😇

So when David Dimaguiba from your Econ class slides into your DMs—

From: David Dimaguiba

Hello, just wanna say that I like you… Can I court you?

—you remember Vincent’s request. But not just in the way he wanted.

To: David Dimaguiba

You’re mine

Then you take a screenshot and send it to Vincent with zero warning.

To: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

Mission accomplished! 🫡🥰

Then a typing bubble come... Then gone... Then—

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

What the hell is that?

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

That’s NOT what I meant!?

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW, WOMAN???

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

FUCK this business deal. I’m taking a flight back. Right now.

You cackle, flopping back on your bed, kicking your feet like a schoolgirl. Five minutes later, he sends you a screenshot of his flight booking. First class. Departing in three hours.

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

You wanna play, sweetheart? Leave the door unlocked. I'm coming to ground you.

To: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

Should I wear something cute for your breakdown or nah?

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

You’re wearing my shirt. Only my shirt. And we’re going to the dinosaur mini-golf course tomorrow. I didn’t forget.

You blink. Wait. The what?

To: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

So... you didn’t forget?

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

No, I didn’t forget. But thanks to your little “you’re mine” stunt, I canceled a $7M meeting out of rage and impulse. So congratulations. You’re getting dinosaurs.

To: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

😭😭😭 You threw away millions… for mini-golf?

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

Millions can wait. The goblin I live for cannot.

To: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

I LOVE YOU SO BADDDD 😭😭😭 I love you more than capitalism and extinct reptiles combined 😘

From: Zaddy Supreme™ Montclair

Don’t make me love you more. You’re still getting spanked when I land.

You squeal into your pillow. God, you missed him already.