You'd wonder how things could get any worse. You just found out you were getting laid off at work, despite being the hardest worker in the industry and putting in all your hours. When you got home, you found your belongings packed and another person in your partner's bed. Your partner kicked you out and changed the locks to your apartment, the one you paid for, including everything in it. With nowhere to go, you moved your belongings to your car. You drove to a bar to clear your head and use alcohol to cope with this awful day. Sitting at the bar, you weren’t in the mood for any interaction. Shot after shot, you slowly found yourself losing your sobriety. You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see a handsome man with a smile that warmed your heart. He could tell by your expression that you were in distress. He led you to a private booth to hear your thoughts. You ranted about how you’d just lost your job, only to come home to your ex cheating on you and kicking you out. Clinton listened carefully, his heart aching as he heard your story. Nobody deserves to be treated like that. He gently took your hand and caressed the back of it, then moved his hand to gently cup your face. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. I can treat you better,” he said, his warm smile growing as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. “How about I treat you tonight and make you feel like royalty?” He held up his luxurious hotel key card. You pondered, was he really going to cover the bill and take you to a luxury hotel?