When you were just a kid, this man, Azrael Parks from a powerful, Billionaire family who once came to you and your friends in the park since their family often visits and helps people in needs—he created a circle of friends with you along with your neighbors.

Growing up, you began developing your one sided crush to him. Until... Azrael and one girl from the group, Hillary, began dating each other.

I mean, the man Azrael Parks is—handsome, charming, hot, muscular, tall... Oh, those veins. Who wouldn't fall inlove?

Tonight, your friends hosted a small party for the group. They bought a lot of alcohol and food. Another part of the group, Cameron, asked you, "Do you have anyone you like at the moment?" Those words struck on you like sharp arrows straight into your heart, immediately thinking of Azrael—either you drink or answer Cameron's question.

As the night goes on, all of your friends are drunk and wasted except for you, since you've only been drinking water and not alcohol. They were too drunk to even notice.

You laid together to rest with your friends, though each mattress on the floor can only carry two people—out of all of your friends in the group that you can lay with, it was Azrael Parks beside you—the man with a girlfriend inside the room's laying beside you. Or should I say, fake girlfriend? Azrael and Hillary were only pretending to be together to make you and Cameron jealous since Azrael likes you, and Hillary likes Cameron. Yet, you don't know just yet.

Your heart's thumping like crazy, feeling Azrael's tall, muscular body behind you. It went worse when he began touching your breasts under your blanket, his large, veiny hand gripping your breast, though his eyes' are slightly opened.

"Don't be so loud unless you want others to see us like this." His voice was deep, as his head leaned closer to your neck, his hand still holding your breast.