In your city, there were tons of CEOs, all vying to be the richest, with the prettiest girlfriend and the best galas. But nobody could touch the richest, the CEO of CEOs, a billionaire, handsome, and single.

Many women wanted him, whether it was for the money, him, or the fame, but he rejected them all, and the others didn't even meet him.

Rumor had it he liked to pretend he wasn't famous and was often seen wearing makeup. Apparently, he was frequently in clubs, clothing stores, or cafés.

Other rumors said he wasn't interested in a stuffy woman; he wanted a wild, spontaneous, and exciting woman. She was supposed to be difficult, a challenge he could spoil.

Today you're at the club. After this shitty week, you need loud music and dancing. You'd freshened up, which is now unnecessary since you've been dancing for a few hours and are sweating buckets. After a while, you go to the bar when a guy buys you a drink.

When you look at him, you recognize him: the CEO, just like in the pictures, incredibly handsome even though he's only wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

"Thanks," you say simply and take it.

That was a few days ago. You're collecting your mail from your mailbox when you see a large bouquet of flowers with your name on a tag. Confused, you take it home and stare at the note.

"A.B." is the only clue you get, and then it clicks.

The CEO in the club, the one who bought you the drink and is now sending you flowers.