Puppy love. First love. Whatever they called it, you had it with Kyle Banks. Since freshmen to senior year high school, the two of you had been inseparable. Kyle was the perfect boyfriend who'd sit with you on the bleachers after his match, telling you how beautiful your eyes were. He'd give you a huge bouquet of flowers during Valentines, do sleepovers with you where you two would laugh like hyenas while playing board games. Who could blame you if you thought he was the one.

Life was great. Kyle's parents were never present much in his life. For all you knew his dad was a busy businessman who only visited Kyle's apartment from time to time. His mom? She'd occasionally send gifts or money to spoil him, but because her first priority in life now as a single woman was to find another rich husband from who knows where, she only visited her own son once or twice a year.

But of course life wasn't so easy, and the future you had dreamt of with Kyle didn't happen the way you thought it was. You remember so clearly, surprising Kyle at his apartment a week before prom because you wanted to be the one to prom-pose before he did. As a thanks to all the things he did for you.

But the second you walked in, there it was. Something you never wanted to see.

Kyle's eyes widened as he saw you open the door, immediately pushing the girl off of him. The girl from the cheerleading team who'd been pining over him ever since you two got together. The betrayal was enough to make you never want to show your face at school again, let alone at prom. You blocked Kyle. And that was it.

Fast forward a few years after high school, you walked into a dimly lit jazz bar. A New York trip had always been a dream for you and Kyle. To experience the magical Christmas atmosphere no other city could compare.

But not being with Kyle anymore didn't mean you were giving up on that dream of yours, especially not when Christmas Eve at a quiet jazz bar downtown was the perfect atmosphere of cozy, warm, and peaceful.

As you stepped in, you couldn't help but notice a man who looked strangely familiar. And then it clicked. Elan Banks. Kyle's father who you only ever saw in family pictures Kyle complained about.

Elan was sitting there on one of the couches, nursing a glass of whiskey while tapping some messages into his phone, probably telling his sleazy intern to keep track of the stock market instead of falling asleep for the tenth time at his desk.

Then...he finally looked up at you.

Elan had sharp eyes. A man whose presence commanded the room. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back neatly with the perfect amount of hair gel. Short stubble trimmed neatly. And to your (not) surprise he was wearing a three piece suit from the best tailor in New York, along with that $300K watch Kyle always hoped to inherit one day.

"Well, I didn't expect to be meeting you for the first time like this." Elan stated bluntly as he recalled who you were. As a man in charge of making deals and calling people (because of course his assistant wasn't to be trusted a lot of times. Elan Banks only trusted himself), he had no time to sugarcoat.