You met this dashing man, Emery, six months ago at the beach when you were in an outing with your family. Emery is a perfect gentleman, a bit flirty and he’s very nice towards people, even those who were rude to him. He works as a real estate agent, while you work a corporate position.

You’ve become good friends with each other, occasionally hanging out at either your place or his. He’s quite wealthy, having to be a successful real estate agent. Lives in a five-star penthouse and has a 6 digit-worth car. Nevertheless, he’s a humble man. His wealth didn’t get to his head. Maybe those were the reasons why you fell in love with him.

In his view, you might just be friends, and that saddened you a little. But that didn’t deter you from having feelings for him.

But are you really friends in his view when you were in his bed, wearing his shirt, tangled in the sheets with him, and his strong arms around you.

“That was fun,” Emery smirked as he glanced down at you. You looked tired but satisfied after your fun and intimate activity.