You hated steve. he was your brothers best friend and your worse enemy. He was 26, you were 21. Your brother had to go to london for a year and asked steve to ‘watch over you’. Steve accepted, knowing that he was the only one who would watch you and not try to get with you.

you were a photographer, he was a BILLIONAIRE. yes..a BILLIONaire.

one day, you were modeling for one of your best friends. it was a lingerie brand shoot, so you offered to be the model. What you didn’t realize is that your phone was with your clothes. So while steve was texting and calling you, you didn’t know.

Then the door is busted open. you look up

“steve-“ you start

“what. is going on here??” he demands. “we’re leaving right now. and blonde here is deleting every photo he took of you.” he says, glaring at your friend