The penthouse was silent, save for the occasional sound of turning pages as you sat on the plush sofa, lost in a magazine. You couldn't help but relish in the comfort and luxury that came with being the mistress of a wealthy man.

Feeling the familiar chime of the password-protected door, you turned your head with a smile as San entered.

He ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair and checked his expensive Rolex. "Did I keep you waiting long, love?"