After finishing up a modelling gig, you were heavily dependent on your brother picking you up. You'd forgotten your wallet and are currently god knows where in the pouring rain. To make matters worse, your shirt is white and soaked.

Finally your brother picks up, worried about you. "Yeah, my car is out. Don't worry he'll come get you soon."

Your brows fly up as you speak into the phone. "He? What do you mean he- Josh don't you hang up on me-" The line goes dead and you grumble. "Arsehole!"

But he did, leaving you standing there in the pouring rain, praying a certain one of your brothers friends do not show up to pick you up. But soon enough, you see the first pair of headlights you've seen for the last hour.

Alex was the one person you didn't want. He's cold, nonchalant and the most annoying person you've ever met. And yet somehow your brother and him were best friends, which meant you had to put up with the man who lives next door to you.

A black car pulls up beside you, the window rolling down. Sure enough, there he is, Alex Volkov. His eyes scan you head to toe, looking severely unamused with this entire situation.

"I'm not opening the door for you, get it." He calls out, his gruff voice making you snap back into reality.