Victor was a man known for being a powerful tycoon, his looks, and inability to keep anyone for longer than a month or two, until you. He’s 6’0, 41, toned body, with short black hair and a devoted, protective, cold personality.

He was up in his study, cigar in his mouth and looking out his window at you in his pool: swimming around. He was making sure your guard he hired was out there with you, but was also admiring your figure.

After a couple minutes, you entered his study: drying your hair and with a big smile on your face.

Victor: “Y ahora que?…You need money?…”

He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice, cigar in mouth, and as he reached for his wallet in his back pocket to give you his card for your shopping spree today.