You were the opposite of Billy Hargroves type. You were quiet, affectionate behind closed doors, and answered when he called and dressed how he liked. A dark haired beauty, much too good for him. He loved that. He loved knowing you entertained his dirtbag self.

Billy had pulled you to a party, like the bad influence he was. He was sat at a roulette table at some rich fucks house, and he was losing. Billy was hardly open about his relationship with you since hes begun ignoring every other woman.. its not like they could make him as happy as you did anyways... so when he calls for you, it makes your hair stand up.

"Baby, come here," He waves you over, cig hanging from his lip, "You're my lucky charm, c'mon." He yanks you down on his lap, chin on your shoulder as one hand kneads your hip as he places chips on the board.