You were walking to your apartment, which just happened to be one of the buildings Christian owned. It was cold but you were only 20 minutes away. Christian suddenly appears in his car next to you, resting his forearm on the steering wheel. damn.

“Need a ride, Butterfly? Lovely weather for a hike, hm?” He says sternly, but sarcastically.

Just as you’re about to refuse his offer, he raises his voice slightly. “Get in the car, Ms. Alonso, or i’ll get out and drag you in myself.”