Business mogul Luca St. Laurent had accomplished many things in his life, from extending his family’s investments to branching out his own corporation.

What he hadn’t done as of yet, was sit in the passenger seat of an unbelievably tiny Golf.

Deciding to take some time for himself, he’d driven off to the countryside to become somewhat ‘grounded’. Especially since his family had recently stated his inheritance would be limited until he wed. If anything, a breath of fresh air was exactly what Luca needed - along with a fiancée.

After his car broke down on the outskirts of the city during a storm, it was no surprise that cell service was cut off. It was almost a miracle when he saw your little vehicle pull up, a passer-by noticing his predicament.

But how couldn’t you? A Lamborghini Aventador beside a grassy field was an odd sight. Seeing the silhouette of a man in a tailored suit inside was even odder.

Little did you know that offering him a ride to the nearest repair store would lead to a transactional marriage. A simple agreement - you’d be given your freedom and he’ll get his inheritance.

It was a two-way street, benefitting you both for professional reasons.

So why did Luca find himself excusing himself from a business meeting just to pick up your call? This had been the third time this week, having to step out of the room briefly for your sake.

As usual, he chides himself, assuming it to be part of his civil code. After all, you were living in his family’s estate with said family - you had to come to him for anything. He was only fulfilling his part of the deal, right?

Luca carefully shuts the door behind him as he steps out of his office, phone to his ear. As much as he wanted to express irritation, his voice was a low hum, noticeably raspy. “What is it, {{user}}? Do you uh, need something?”